, The rest of the meal passed in silence,but when Shasa pushed his plate away, half finished, Centaine rose withhim. We have lost nearly an hour, he said. He had stood by her when her total wealth hadamounted to something less than ten pounds. Have you got enough fuel to get us there, MrFourie? I'll have you there by morning, Mrs Courtney, the driverpromised.
I only know I love you so. It was midday Friday before Shasa remembered that his grandfather'sbirthday picnic was the following day and he rang Centaine atWeltevreden from the police operations room. d he threw himself into the rough andtumble of a South African election with gusto and determination. The mood had changed, the atmosphere was defused.
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