The last time she heard Capt Stolz saying: ‘Come on, meid, speak up. Or do you want to die like Gordon Ngubene?’

Besides inflicting upon my own excited imagination the belief that I made noise enough to be heard by the inmates of the house who were likely to be rising at the time, I had the misfortune to attract the notice of a little house-dog, such as we call in that part of the world a “fice,’ on account of its being not only the smallest species of the canine race, but also, because it is the most saucy, noisy, and teasing of all dogs.

He watched with a chill of wonder the basalt mask splotched with ivy shadow whose round eyes stared back with Kolonian penthos, Dushara with his face among leaves.

Face ID on me, white programmer so they don’t see it’s me / Got fans on me, IG story, know where I be