Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. 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. "Most persons would have guessed my meaning. “Where am I?” he muttered. Lose no time. Eh bien, you have now the opportunity.
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