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The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. You could return to civilization and have a good time all the rest of your days. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. There were lines in her face that age had not put there.
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