Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Very soon she would be able to forget it. He drew a little breath of relief.
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