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The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was
instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much
of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger,
put it very coolly in his pocket. Prudence shook her head. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. “Let me see,” she said to herself, trying to control
a slight sinking of the heart, “I am going to take a room in a lodging-house
because that is cheaper. Brown broke the silence. The stretch
of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van
Gogh’s painting.
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