Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. His eyes flashed as he turned towards her. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. ” “I know. You must keep out of the way till it's blown over. I've come to take you back home.
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