. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. ’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously.
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