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He knew she had been weeping. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away. Prudence was the substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she only agreed with those advanced by Prudence. “Call it warning, if you like. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. 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. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter.
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