She could not hide her face. She hesitated, and for a moment thought of omitting her second verse altogether. “My parents left for Vail on a plane this morning. 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. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death.
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