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At the sound of the door Ann Veronica uncovered a tearless face, and with one swift movement assumed a conversational attitude. Later that night, after she had cleaned herself and changed her clothes, he returned. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then.
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