A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. I care not. The infant was rescued from a watery-grave by an honest mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son. 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. “We’ll clean up everything tidy,” said Capes. “And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all.
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