“Lucy, have you noticed that I don’t even own a dog?” He spoke into her hair. 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 can’t endure it,” she said. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. “Here is my card.
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