There was a fixed smile on the girl's lips, but her eyes were mirthless, almost vacant.
"So you've decided to go ?" she said.
"Portlaw decides that sort of thing for me." "It's a case of necessity ?" Malcourt answered lightly: "He intends to go.

Who can stop a fat and determined man?
Besides, the season is over; in two weeks there will be nobody left except the indigenous nigger, the buzzards, and a few cast-off summer garments--" "And a few cast-off winter memories," she said.

"You will not take any away with you, will you ?" "Do you mean clothes ?" "Memories." "I'll take some." "Which ?" "All those concerning you." "Thank you, Louis." They had got that far.

And a trifle farther, for her hand, swinging next his, encountered it and their fingers remained interlocked.

But there was no change of expression in her pretty, pale face as, head bent, shoulder to shoulder with him, she moved thoughtfully onward along the dunes, the fixed smile stamped on her lips.
"What are you going to do with your memories ?" she asked.