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. She liked to do it for Cathy Beck, so that she could relax after waitressing all day at the Big Apple with a homemade meal. He hung round those broad waters from noon until three and realized that he had embarked upon a wild-goose chase. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. "How have you contrived to still these troubled waters?" "I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland.
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