Ann Veronica looked bright and a little elated, and she disregarded her father’s invitation to be seated. Probably his first serious bout with John Barleycorn. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear. ‘You were right, miss.
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