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“This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. If he escapes at all, it must be before our faces. His spirits began to rise. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. I suppose you came right out and asked him about his family?’ ‘Nothing of the sort. ’ ‘How dare you?’ roared the general. ’ She shrugged fatalistically. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard.
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