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. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. I've another reason for supposing he'll pay me a visit. Probably she was married years ago and is now merely on the way to her husband's house. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. Poor little one. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed.
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