I did not know what God had in mind then. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. 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. And now— I suppose I should be considered too old. You would want me to be clean, if you gave me a thought, that is. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader.
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