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. A common rage flushed their faces. They stank, and she hated how they blocked the sunlight. It is as if my lips had been sealed about them. Sheppard wildly. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot.
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