" "And me," insinuated Mrs. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. ” “Why not?” “Free woman—and equal. I love some one else. My birthday was on May first. 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. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense.
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