Quite right. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. ‘She’s wearing a lightskirt’s clothing?’ ‘Nothing obviously so, I assure you. 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. Don’t stand gawping, man. I wish to rise in the world, mademoiselle, and you are going to help me.
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