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“I’ll be here at one in the morning. She herself had cut the slender tie that had bound them. 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. For a time she promenaded the room. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully.
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