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"How sweet these roses are! Shall I put them into water?" "Put them where they came from," replied Mrs. Wood had retired to his own room, where he had just summoned Thames. 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. E. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. The passage was so narrow that there was only sufficient room for the cart to pass, with a single line of foot-soldiers on one side; and, as the walls of the bridge were covered with spectators, it was not deemed prudent to cross it till these persons were dislodged.
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