There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. She winced when first she heard the preparation-room door open and Capes came down the laboratory; but when at last he reached her she was self-possessed. How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life—you, who have never loved?” “You have become French to the core,” she murmured.
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