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. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. "I understand," she said. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. I offered him a hundred to watch Spurlock.
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