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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. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. “Certainly I was a little way off at the café, and she had a hat and veil on, but I could have sworn that it was ‘Alcide. "I can't say I do," replied Wood. ’ ‘Don’t be stuffy, Hilary,’ admonished his betrothed. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment.
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