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Updated: May 3, 2025
In most large hill stations there are more houses than he is able to monopolise. I recently spent a couple of days in one of such, in a house situated some distance from the bazaar, a house surrounded by trees. This had once been a respectable bungalow, surrounded by a broad verandah.
He threw a last kiss to his small sweetheart, and hurried after her. "It isn't in the least what I thought it would be," said Olga. "Nothing ever is," said Nick. He was sprawling on a charpoy on the verandah of their new abode, smoking a cigarette with lazy enjoyment. Though within sound of the native city, their bungalow stood well outside.
Friends who had shirked the journey while the winds blew cold, now began to drop in at the bungalow and take tea under the apple trees. Ingred, returning home on Friday afternoons, would find bicycles stacked by the gate and visitors seated in the garden. She greeted them with enthusiasm or the reverse, according to her individual tastes.
It was two years later when the whole party who had been together in the bungalow at Sandynuggher when the mutiny broke out met in London, on the return of Dick's ship from the East. The Lucknow jewels had turned out to be of immense value; and Messrs. Garrard, to whom they had been sent, had offered one hundred and thirty thousand pounds for them.
She crossed her ankles and lay back watching the sun-moats floating. "Suppose," she murmured with perverse humour, "that I wished to build a bungalow in Timbuctoo ... or stand on my head, now, this very moment! Nobody on earth could stop me.... I believe I will stand on my head for a change." The sudden smile made the curve of her cheek delicious.
But she must know Kedsty. She had made no answer to his half-accusation that she was hiding up at the Inspector's bungalow. He had used that word "hiding." It should have had an effect. And she was as beautifully unconscious of it as though she had not heard him, and he knew that she had heard him very distinctly.
Somehow or other, I brought Heemskirk's name into conversation, and, to my great surprise, startled Miss Freya. Her eyes expressed something like distress, while she bit her lip as if to contain an explosion of laughter. Oh! Yes. Heemskirk was at the bungalow at the same time with Jasper, but he arrived the day after. He left the same day as the brig, but a few hours later.
Climbing up through a particularly noisome bazaar to the bungalow, I was met with the information that it was already full. I said that was a pity, but that room must be found for my party. Room was got somehow, a dâk bungalow being an extraordinarily elastic dwelling. Hesketh was stored in a little tent.
"Hullo," said I. He pointed seaward with his pipe, his silver ring shone in the sky light. "Rum," he said. "What is?" I asked. "Search-lights! Smoke! Ships going north! If it wasn't for this blasted Milky Way gone green up there, we might see." He was too intent to heed my questions for a time. Then he vouchsafed over his shoulder "Know Bungalow village? rather. Artis' and such. Nice goings on!
The very smell of the country is in these chapters, and will vividly recall memories to those who know the country along the West Coast of India southward of Bombay. In 1900 was published The Common Birds of Bombay, which contains descriptions of the ordinary birds one sees about the bungalow or in the country.
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