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She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. Lucy replied, \"My hair has a mind of its own. 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. I'll call it my wedding gift. She searched for it for many days that stretched into weeks before she gave up. ” “Why?” she asked.
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