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To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. "Devil!" cried Jack; "that blow shall cost you your life. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. When Captain Darrell's birth is ascertained, I've no doubt he'll turn out a nobleman's son. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. I had that coming.
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