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. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. He succeeded so well that they were almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short.
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