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That for the men lay near the Lodge, with which it was connected by a dark passage. 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. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms.
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