Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. ’ ‘Well, she didn’t walk through the walls, that’s certain,’ said Hilary acidly. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously.
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