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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. She trembled; but she did not know why. ’
“Crude, I admit. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?”
“Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and
his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. “Much better. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would
understand. Michelle’s eyes opened, her body paralyzed. His pride, however, would not
suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself
to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to
remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she
travelled by night. Horrible memories of things
seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind
and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. ’
‘How could he when he didn’t even handle it himself? Went off, I told you,
and left it all to me. You intrigue me. "And yet, he has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose," rejoined
Thames. Plote was sleeping or deaf. The customary gold band was missing; but a soft gold Chinese ring Spurlock
had picked up in Singapore—the characters representing good luck and
prosperity—was slipped over Ruth's third finger. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs.
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