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'Only the pink wild roses smelled sweet, like the old world. They were sweet briar-roses. And the dark blue hare-bells among the oak scrub, like the ice dark bubbles of the mountain flowers in the Alps, the Alpenglocken. The roses of the desert are the cactus flowers, crystal of translucent yellow or of rose-colour. But set among spines the devil himself must have conceived in a moment of sheer ecstasy.'

'The woman loved her ranch, almost with passion. It was she who felt the stimulus, more than the men. It seemed to enter her like a sort of sex passion, intensifying her ego, making her full of violence and blind female energy!'