There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Time wore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. ‘Go you through the passage and find the other door. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack.
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