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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. ” They remained looking at each other for three or four seconds. Monroe would go to work and Mrs. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. “We’ll clean up everything tidy,” said Capes.
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