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. When she awoke from a pleasant dream an hour later, she was shocked to find herself restrained in a bed that was not hers and not the inn’s. English a little! ‘You ought to have English only. Twenty guineas, mind. " At this moment Charcam entered the room. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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