She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. I have established a fine trade. He returned to attend the funeral. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door.
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