She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. ” He held out his hand obediently. “None, I thank you,” he answered. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted.
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