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Small, but eminently serviceable. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. He had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven and eight-and-twenty. Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow. It was on the night of the Great Storm that I found him. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. “I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to Anna, “is my wife. Why not? Quite willing.
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