Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle; her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty. She gave tongue to the most urgent of her plaints. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice.
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