His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Jests are not for seasons like this. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of the street.
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