She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. 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. So there is no escape. Beautiful sculptures of sugar and almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo sculpted from cakes graced the table. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. She could not say who, not yet.
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