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Only Leonardo, and then Jack, had shown her that she might be admired. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. "Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!" cried Thames. I love you.
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