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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. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Whoever answers them must assist me to capture your son. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went out.
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