He removed his coir raincoat.
The two young maidens sat side by side by the campfire, its glow illuminating their delicate faces. One of them had fair, dewy skin, willow-leaf eyebrows, and bright, clear eyes that exuded a gentle, autumn-water tenderness.
"Young mistress, it rained heavily all day, and your clothes are completely soaked through," said the maid, whose voice still retained a girlish youthfulness at around fourteen or fifteen. "If they aren't dried, you'll easily catch a chill tonight. While the fire is still going, why don't you take them off and roast them dry?"
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