” He coughed gently. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. " He had now gained the high road. Then suddenly the curtain would fall. Jack's friends were allowed to visit him,; but as he had openly avowed his intention of attempting an escape, their proceedings were narrowly watched. “I was sick of the make-believe. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side.
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