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There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. The class laughed, a few putting their hands to their foreheads in a military salute to mock her. He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris.
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