“Oh Christ! How old were you?” “Just—well, I was young. " "'The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer'," said Wood, who was culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures. But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. "Have you never an out-o-the-vay corner, into vich you could shtow these troublesome warmint?" observed Abraham. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. .
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