He fended these things off from him with the rump of his fourth piece of cake. "Where are you going?" she asked. “For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment. 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.
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