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. At the sound of the door Ann Veronica uncovered a tearless face, and with one swift movement assumed a conversational attitude. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard.
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