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The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. Her brother Roddy, who was in the motor line, came to expostulate; her sister Alice wrote. "Are you a poltroon, after all?" "That's it! I ought to have died that night!" "Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face.
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