“It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. “Have you ever been to the opera, Ann Veronica?” said Ramage. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago.
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