” “Don’t say that,” Sydney begged. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. ” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. 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. "Here is my purse; and I trust you will let me know to whom I am indebted for this important service. ” She said. ” “When?” “At tea. ‘I am not a fool. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. She would not forgive me. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially.
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