. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. "Well, Sir Rowland," he said, after a brief pause, during which the knight regarded him with a searching glance, as if endeavouring to recall his features, "I will not gainsay your words. "But I can guess what it's for. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. “None, I thank you,” he answered.
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