She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. Heard voices. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. " "You never told me what he is like," said Spurlock. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. But you want one quality, without which all others are valueless.
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