Not MY affair. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. Give up your lonely hours of work here. Without you, we might have had some trouble. For I still love her mother.
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