As long as your son observes that precept I'll befriend him, but no longer. ‘I do not know your Gérard. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. 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. . That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. The period of repression was over.
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