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"What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?" whispered Jonathan, who sat with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from the youth's view. 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. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Yon must be mine to-night. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips.
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