“I must repeat,” Sir John said, “that I much regret disturbing you at such an unseemly hour. You shall lie upon your back; your head shall be covered; and your feet shall be bare. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. “But you must forgive me, John. Come along with us in the morning. ” “Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently. 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. " "It was Blueskin," observed Jack.
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