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‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. He could quite understand the daughter of Mr. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. When I told her that there were no available nurses this side of Hong-Kong, she offered her services at once, and broke her journey. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. But in that reservation it may be she went a little beyond the converse of his view. “A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly.
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