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. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. . It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. . He dropped the key on the counterpane. I mean that it doesn’t interest you in itself. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified.
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