" "You'll never live to see that day," cried Blueskin, fixing a menacing look upon him. " "Look at it, then," said Wild, giving him the portfolio. "Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my mother has just said. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Yet I think that he will do it.
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