A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. "You shall see him to-morrow. 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. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty.
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