No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. 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. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. I got three pounds, and there’s three on my watch.
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