The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. . The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank, where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had thoroughly advised her. He would pick a random member of the ever-shifting household for the sake of example. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. " And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression on the canvass. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. She was drawn first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and disorders of contemporary life. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously.
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