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His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. Sepulchre's. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. The doctor frowned. “You may find in it a paragraph of some interest to you. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms.
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