She came in the afternoon, if there was such a thing, and she came on foot, up the track, alone, with the wind behind her.
Isabelle had built something in her head. She had built two hundred bats and a green gown and a woman with no face. What came up the track was a small woman of about forty in a grey travelling dress with mud on the hem, carrying a basket.
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