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. “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this afternoon. Let us proceed with our tale. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. No wonder we are anxious that nothing should happen to make him change his mind.
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