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. "Your wife?" "His lawful wife," said Ruth, with fine dignity. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators. Of you—an angel with one wing. "You didn't spend it?" "I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it.
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