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. Part 4 Interpretation came pouring down upon her almost blindingly; she understood now the room, the waiter, the whole situation. ” It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never watched him critically as an equal. She was powerless to move from her chair.
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