There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Of the women felons' rooms nothing has yet been said. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. ’ Lucilla gaped. Mac, she's the honestest human being I ever saw or heard of; and at the same time she is velvet over steel.
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