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The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. Her unnatural calm was giving way. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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