She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. She showered after she heard the door shut and the cars pull out of the driveway. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Lucy asked. To go to Hoddy, to smother him with kisses and embraces in this hour of triumph! To save herself from committing the act—the thought of which was positive hypnotism—she began the native dance. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly.
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