I think you will find that his story will be believed, whatever I say; and in any case, if he is going to stay on here, I shall have to go away. 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 if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. White——” “No more,” Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly.
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