“And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. 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 had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered.
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