She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. Hey. He knew what he knew. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane.
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