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. “How will you live?” she appealed. His face was downcast. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. “Please forgive me, Lucy. ” “Don’t say that,” Sydney begged. ” Anna was silent. " "If you will not take me, I'll find some guide who will.
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