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Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is. He would teach her all he knew of life so that if the Hand should ever reach his shoulder, she would be able to defend herself. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. . ch. She had thought to wear it now, since she must look more the demoiselle. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. 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.
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