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She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. While this was going on, Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. 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. Then she would be dead, and that was no use.

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