Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote.
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