"Oh, I don't think I will.

I can't talk Dutch.
Really I would rather----" "He understands a little English," said Burke.

"But don't be surprised at anything he says! He isn't very perfect." He stood against the wall for her to pass him, and she did so with a feeling that she had no choice.

Very reluctantly she moved out on to the wooden _stoep_, and turned towards the visitor.

The orange of the sunset was behind her, turning her hair to living gold.