"I mean to have no one but yourself in it. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any manner a hypocrite. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied.
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