“I shall have to go through the building. "This gentleman brings us tidings of an old friend, my dear," said the carpenter. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair.
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