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I tell you this child would have been strangled. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could
feast during the day. 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. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of
that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her
father. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment. He would
pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. During all this time, he had never quitted the iron bar, and he now grasped it
with the firm determination of selling his life dearly, if he met with any
opposition. Everywhere there are limitations.
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