3. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Later in the evening she heard him whistling, poor
man!
She felt very restless and excited. “After all, it’s our honeymoon. Amongst others, the
watchman whose box was placed against the churchyard wall, near the entrance
to Shoe-lane, rushed out and sprung his rattle, which was immediately answered
by another rattle from Holborn-bars. His expression altered. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling
manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. There was a recurrence of fever, but
nothing alarming. "Well, how goes
it?" he asked.
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