It's "yet another niece", playing with a hunting dog on the plateau. She appears in my book (see the right hand column). She was a few years younger then. In the book, I had gone to stay with farm labourers for the first time, when ..."a young girl ran to fetch some firewood. As her grandmother prepared my dinner, the girl stood silent behind me and breathed in my hair. I asked her her name. She didn't answer. I asked her if she went to school. She didn't answer. Then her little fingers began to feel my hair, and to stroke it—it was different to anything she had known."
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