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. He is extremely old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. Blueskin will take care of the horses, and I'll go with you. Indeed, she did not want to think of him as loving her. "What is it?" "The night," she answered. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion.
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