H. Rider Haggard,
Allan's Wife — Chapter 8
(1889)
“ Under her loving care the child had been quite transformed. She was neatly dressed in a garment of the same blue stuff that Stella wore, her fair hair was brushed; indeed, had it not been for the sun blisters on her face and hands, one would scarcely have believed that this was the same child whom Indaba-zimbi and I had dragged for hour after hour through the burning, waterless desert.“We must breakfast alone, Mr. Allan,” she said; “my father is so upset by your arrival that he will not get up yet. ”
