If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!" Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved.
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