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What might it have been?’ Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. “You will go and see her,” he begged. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry.
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