We're to be given a treat to-night. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. But this chap is good wine yet. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs. Jonathan had to feel his way. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall woman with a kindly face to show it. That was the glorious if bewildering truth.
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