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She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. "Mercy on us! what have I said!" cried the attendant, greatly alarmed by the agitation of her mistress; "do sit down, your ladyship, while I run for the ratifia and rosa solis. 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. , you know, fair and square. ” She laid her hand softly upon his.
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