Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. ” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. 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.
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