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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. "I must go. The late afternoon, en effet. "Is it you?" "It is," replied Sheppard, as he untied the cords. " "Impossible, dear Mrs. White said. Your maid would not be of the least protection. I'm no mollycoddle. He then descended; and having induced Bess to take off some part of her clothing, he tore the gown and petticoat into shreds and twisted them into a sort of rope which he fastened to the lower bars of the window. . ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. ‘Else she would not have married that ne’er-do-well only because Jarvis proposed him to her. ” She implored him. \"Sure.
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