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“Yes, John. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. So he was forced to shift and proceed at another angle, forgetting his promise to McClintock to be temperate. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed.
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