“Close your eyes. 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. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. One keeps rules in order to be one’s self. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife.
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