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ge ofStellenbosch, weaving through the light traffic, smiling and waving atanybody she recognized on the sidewalks. No, we must lullthem. I'll wait at the field for them. Mounted he had become a centaur, part of the horse beneath him, and shesaw now how he had earned his international reputation as a polo player.

He could see the head and shoulders of the turretgunner. He had never paid acompliment to a woman before, but this was a mere statement of fact. The umpires could not agree. She knew she was beaten and that from now on herLIFE would be a sad and sorry thing, a grinding daily struggle tomaintain her pride while she was reduced to the position of a mendicant.