We
must
all
be
cut
out
for
what
we
do
,
he
thought
.
you
make
your
living
is
where
your
talent
lies
.
He
had
sold
vitality
,
in
one
form
or
,
all
his
life
and
when
your
affections
are
not
too
involved
you
give
much
better
value
for
the
money
.
He
had
that
out
but
he
would
never
write
that
,
now
,
either
.
No
,
he
would
not
write
that
,
although
it
was
well
writing
.
Now
she
came
in
,
walking
across
the
open
toward
the
camp
.
She
was
wearing
jodhpurs
and
carrying
her
rifle
.
The
two
boys
had
a
Tommie
slung
and
they
were
coming
along
behind
her
.
She
was
still
a
good
-
looking
woman
,
he
thought
,
and
she
had
a
pleasant
body
.
She
had
a
great
talent
and
for
the
bed
,
she
was
not
pretty
,
but
he
liked
her
face
,
she
read
enormously
,
liked
to
ride
and
shoot
and
,
certainly
,
she
drank
too
much
.
Her
husband
had
died
when
she
was
a
comparatively
young
woman
and
for
a
she
had
herself
to
her
two
just
-
grown
children
,
who
did
not
need
her
and
were
at
having
her
about
,
to
her
stable
of
horses
,
to
books
,
and
to
bottles
.
She
liked
to
read
in
the
evening
before
dinner
and
she
drank
Scotch
and
soda
she
read
.
By
dinner
she
was
drunk
and
after
a
bottle
of
wine
at
dinner
she
was
usually
drunk
enough
to
sleep
.
That
was
before
the
lovers
.
After
she
had
the
lovers
she
did
not
drink
so
much
because
she
did
not
have
to
be
drunk
to
sleep
.
But
the
lovers
bored
her
.
She
had
been
to
a
man
who
had
never
bored
her
and
these
people
bored
her
very
much
.
Then
one
of
her
two
children
was
killed
in
a
plane
and
after
that
was
over
she
did
not
want
the
lovers
,
and
drink
being
no
anaesthetic
she
had
to
make
another
life
.
Suddenly
,
she
had
been
acutely
of
being
alone
.
But
she
wanted
some
one
that
she
respected
with
her
.
It
had
begun
very
simply
.
She
liked
what
he
wrote
and
she
had
always
the
life
he
led
.
She
thought
he
did
exactly
what
he
wanted
to
.
The
steps
by
which
she
had
him
and
the
way
in
which
she
had
finally
fallen
in
love
with
him
were
all
part
of
a
regular
progression
in
she
had
built
herself
a
new
life
and
he
had
traded
away
what
remained
of
his
old
life
.
He
had
traded
it
for
,
for
comfort
too
,
there
was
no
that
,
and
for
what
else
?
He
did
not
know
.
She
would
have
bought
him
anything
he
wanted
.
He
knew
that
.
She
was
a
damned
nice
woman
too
.
He
would
as
soon
be
in
bed
with
her
as
any
one
;
rather
with
her
,
because
she
was
richer
,
because
she
was
very
pleasant
and
and
because
she
never
made
.
And
now
this
life
that
she
had
built
again
was
coming
to
a
because
he
had
not
used
iodine
two
weeks
ago
when
a
thorn
had
his
knee
as
they
moved
forward
trying
to
photograph
a
of
waterbuck
.
.
.
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