I'm no mollycoddle. 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. And this shall be your diet till you die. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. I said to myself, ‘this will come.
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