I—well, I lost my temper. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. Heaven alone knows why. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand.
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