There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. And they admired Kent sedulously from the windows. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’ grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. The reply he received this time put him into a state of continuous bewilderment. Suddenly she understood. This individual apparently met with some impediment to his further progress; for he had not proceeded many steps when he turned suddenly about, and darted up the passage in which Wood stood. We thought of starting in half an hour’s time, and trying for a theatre somewhere on the way. We're to be given a treat to-night.
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