The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Then Sheila noticed the stains. ” “I understand,” he said, doggedly.
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