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He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully. Men ought not to idealize any woman. 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. "But this need give you no uneasiness," pursued Jonathan; "Mrs.
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