她向那个印度人报以感激的一瞥，她知道，他喜欢她，为她感到惋惜，她出了小店，走进尘土飞扬的风中。
she sent a thankful look at the indian, clouds.
孩子们走过去，哭闹个不停，不管怎么说，她们的嗓子里灌满了沙尘啊。
the children had gone past crying, and their throats , one foot after another, through the dust that lay in soft deceiving mounds under her feet. hard, hard—but she . she , “she is just like me, in her after children, too. i could be her, that russian girl. and the man there, he loves her and raph) yes, and a man e for me, and take me a all this, take me and the children, yes, he e and look after me.”
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