There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “Indeed I shall not forget your offer. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. That place was closed by the police last month. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. Moreover, a souple o' porpusses came up with the tide this mornin', and ha' bin flounderin' about i' the Thames abuv Lunnun Bridge all day long; and them say-monsters, you know, always proves sure fore runners of a gale.
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