Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. "If you two loved each other," went on the doctor, "there would be something to stand on—a reason why for this madness. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember.
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