For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. ’ ‘Then you’re mad,’ Roding said flatly, and suddenly grinned. 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. He was an imaginative young man. “I suppose you’ll come to the point soon—if there is one. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say. She may afford us some necessary information.
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