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. Only one penny—two copies—two pence—thank you, Sir. It was empty. And now the fiend Gosse had taken even that away from her. He doesn't resemble you at all. Soup would help you feel better, soup and hot tea.
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