Spurling had retired for the night. 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. She’s got a great imagination. "I'm prudence personified. I don’t know. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back.
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