He remembered that, before he attempted to dislodge the stone, he had placed the child in a cavity of the pier, which the granite mass had been intended to fill. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. 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. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor.
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