“That, too. You are a Puritan, eh? All Americans frown on the sins of others. But you can lecture me on my sins later. I have go many of them, you will need much time. Please, please. Come in.” “You first,” Durell said grimly. Papa Danat thought his caution was a great joke, and let out a bellow of laughter that startled the herons across the river. They were invisible now, but the sound of their heavy, awkward bodies splashing through the reeds and then taking flight came clearly across the river valley. The sound of laughter must seem strange, Durell thought, in the ears of the stunned villagers, after the Cong Hai had visited them. He could see no resemblance between this gross man and the delicate Anna-Marie. But such things happened. He followed Danat into the big native house. The room was floored with teak planks, highly polished, and the Woven Walls of bamboo reflected the yellow glow of an oil lamp on a low Japanese table. There were Japanese tatami mats and a sleeping block in a corner and a thin Thai silk coverlet like a huge butterfly’s wing.
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