The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. 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. Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the better for anticipating its miseries to-day. Lucy stared out to the busy streets beyond.
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