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I had not seen the courtyard in many years and I was happy to dream of those times. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school.
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