There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. No, none at all. I have plenty in common with Mike. "I know the house well; by the same token that it's a flash crib. One married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to unwomanly lengths.
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