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‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. “Quite on my own,” she said. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. Anna watched her with curious eyes. 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 think,” began Ann Veronica, “that you don’t realize—” He disregarded her entirely. She could not see clearly. I was orphaned a long time ago.
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