—D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically.
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