The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ” “To bad rubbish. She had come to the end of her resources. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. " "My boots! Fire and fury! They won't fit you; they are too large. \"But you are so beautiful. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. "She considers her future blasted beyond hope.
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