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. "Sir Cecil is no more. His shouts for help were answered by roars of mockery and laughter. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. They were sharp and dripping with black blood. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand.
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