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At last, she breathed. 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. “I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. He looked at her, hurt. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth in paragraph 1. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. . They're on the forward lounge in the saloon. Wanted a clean sweep for elbowroom. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse.
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