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Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. “I’ll turn you here. But, when? When do they go?’ ‘Today, miss. You are somebody’s secretary, are you not?” It was plain that the subject was distasteful to her, but Ennison, although famous in a small way for his social tact, did not at once discard it. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player.
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