‘It’s my belief she is a nun. I suppose that shocks one’s ideas. She had fallen asleep. Capes was irritatingly judicial in the matter, neither absurdly against, in which case one might have smashed him, or hopelessly undecided, but tepidly sceptical. He was silent. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. He feared to antagonize that distinguished person. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few minutes before. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff.
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