\"I had a good time tonight. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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