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"
All
year
round
.
The
monsoons
always
come
,
and
when
they
're
not
blowing
,
the
southeast
trades
are
.
They
carry
a
lot
of
rain
,
too
.
Dungloe
has
an
annual
rainfall
of
between
one
and
three
hundred
inches
.
"
Three
hundred
inches
of
rain
a
year
!
Poor
Gilly
ecstatic
if
it
got
a
princely
fifteen
,
while
here
as
much
as
three
hundred
fell
,
two
thousand
miles
from
Gilly
.
"
Does
n't
it
cool
off
at
night
?
"
Meggie
asked
as
they
reached
the
hotel
;
hot
nights
in
Gilly
were
bearable
compared
to
this
steam
bath
.
"
Not
very
much
.
You
'll
get
used
to
it
.
"
He
opened
the
door
to
their
room
and
stood
back
for
her
to
enter
.
"
I
'm
going
down
to
the
bar
for
a
beer
,
but
I
'll
be
back
in
half
an
hour
.
That
ought
to
give
you
enough
time
.
"
Her
eyes
flew
to
his
face
,
startled
.
"
Yes
,
Luke
.
"
Dungloe
was
seventeen
degrees
south
of
the
equator
,
so
night
fell
like
a
thunderclap
;
one
minute
it
seemed
the
sun
was
scarcely
setting
,
and
the
next
minute
pitch-black
darkness
spread
itself
thick
and
warm
like
treacle
.
When
Luke
came
back
Meggie
had
switched
off
the
light
and
was
lying
in
the
bed
with
the
sheet
pulled
up
to
her
chin
.
Laughing
,
he
reached
out
and
tugged
it
off
her
,
threw
it
on
the
floor
.
"
It
's
hot
enough
,
love
!
We
wo
n't
need
a
sheet
.
"
She
could
hear
him
walking
about
,
see
his
faint
shadow
shedding
its
clothes
.
"
I
put
your
pajamas
on
the
dressing
table
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Pajamas
?
In
weather
like
this
?
I
know
in
Gilly
they
'd
have
a
stroke
at
the
thought
of
a
man
not
wearing
pajamas
,
but
this
is
Dungloe
!
Are
you
really
wearing
a
nightie
?
"
