As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. Something as yet unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her beliefs. 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. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain.
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