The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. He was painfully in earnest, too. Her heart in her mouth, hoping against hope, Melusine made her way back to where she had left the boy. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's wife. Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the better for anticipating its miseries to-day.
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