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"I had a terrible dream last night. At last, she breathed. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title available to me. 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. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Officers were these. ’ He thought a wary look came into her face, but it was difficult to be sure.
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