" "I hear nothing, Sir," laughed Austin. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. The fire still burned brightly. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark.
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