“You must play for us again sometime. Mr. Your old rooms are there, if you choose. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. "I was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him.
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