There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Don’t be afraid that I shall stunt it. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. ” “I’ve been clearing up,” said Ann Veronica, brightly.
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