He had made it even easier by walking up the steps instead of taking the elevator. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. She heard their feet and muffled voices. The applause was uproarious at the end of the concert. ‘Jacques?’ she called.
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