There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. ‘What do you think?’ ‘What do I think?’ repeated Captain Roding. Lucy replied, \"My hair has a mind of its own.
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