There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. He had been on the point of leaving the restaurant. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. ’ She tossed her head. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister.
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