It was her own little game, tosee if she could inveigle him into the smallest display of pleasure. She had thrown aside her pillow and her cheek waspressed to the mattress, her lips almost touching his shoulder, one armthrown out over his chest. Little Lothar De La Rey caught his first glimpse of Africa peeringbetween the rails of the Portuguese freighter as it steamed into TableBay. He hadpure white hair scraped severely back from the thin face of an academic,with good bone structure and a narrow aristocratic nose.
We are all tired, he said. Centainehurried from the courtroom, searching eagerly for Abe or for anotherglimpse of her son. The white overseer stooped, seized the bottom of the sack andstraightened up again, never taking his eyes off Hendrick's face. This morning, Nam Child, the little Bushman told her, pointing to thesky, showing where the sun had stood when Lothar passed.
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