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 leave this bowl for you," he cried, returning it to the landlord untasted. To be no longer with Martha was strange.
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