" "Not while Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland live. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. The day comes when you shall regret how you have spoken to me. She ignored it until it repeated itself. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. ’ Authority had won again, Gerald thought with satisfaction.
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