His hands came up, his face broke apart. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ‘Speak, then. The Wastrel did not relish this.
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