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. Could she understand what she was talking about? Luckily it was a second-class carriage and the ordinary fellowtravellers were not there. The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable. He shot at me at the ‘Unusual,’ and the magistrates bound him over to keep the peace. “Been and married?.
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