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The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. ’ ‘Distract me? She nigh on gave me an apoplexy. Sudden indignation boiled up in him. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. They could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had.
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