He was bare-headed andhis long golden hair blew softly across his forehead. Shasa stood up and held his hands in front of him in the attitude of thepenitent as Centaine stopped in the doorway. d for her and after a moment the stiffnesswent out of her shoulders and she sagged against him and clung to himfor comfort. She recognized the livid lines beneath the skin andthe stench of his rotting flesh.
ng all restraint and the younger couples were sneaking away intothe vineyards, Centaine gathered the party from the big house and leftthem to it. She laughed softly, a throaty little sound,and through the laughter she murmured, Don't be shy, Manfred. 'It's theOu Baas, she whispered. She isas old as the twentieth centurythat's why she was named Centaine.
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