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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. Please tell me what your terms are. If my Mom found out, she’d kill me. I’ve been waiting a long time for you. She slipped it calmly into her pocket. “We are clerks in the same bank. But it is no longer necessary. I'll show you the Shamien; and we can talk all we want.
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