I was on my way to the sahara desert. The sun was setting 61 my car broke down near a remote village. Cursing(咒骂) my 62 (fortune), I was wondering where I was going to spend the night when I realized that the villagers who had gathered around me were arguing as to who should have the honour of receiving me as a guest in their house. Finally, I accepted the offer of 63 80-year-old peasant woman who lived alone in a little house. While she was getting me 64 (settle) into a tiny but clean room, the head of the village was tying up his horse to my car to pull it to a small town some 20 kilometers away 65 there was a garage.
I had noticed three hens 66 (run) free in my hostess’ courtyard and that night one of 67 ended up in a dish on my table. Other villagers brought me goat’s cheese and honey. We drank together and talked 68 (merry) till far into the night.
When the time came for me to say goodbye 69 my friends in the village, I wanted to reward the old woman for the trouble I 70 (cause) her. But she refused.