” Her eyes glinted, macabre. “Aren’t we all just odds and ends of humanity —the left-overs, you know. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. Yes—as he would have liked. In all this world there was no sacred ground that said to her: Return! She was of all human beings the most lonely. I have told you.
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