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You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. She laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. I thought then perhaps you didn’t care, that you were like so many of them. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. 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.
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