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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. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. " "Let me have them. " While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. I did not reckon upon—him. He had studied alchemy and astronomy, was a capable painter, and even wrote music. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. .
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