The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she found herself. Sheppard trembled violently; and though she understood his meaning too well, she answered,—"I can't guess. \" \"Would you like me to carry some of the books? I have nothing to bring home today. " Before Austin could recover himself, Jack and Mrs. ” She roused herself from some dream at the word. He grunted a little with effort, and she realised the gilt frame must be heavy. Sheppard," said the carpenter, advancing to meet her, and trying to look as cheerful and composed as he could; "what brings you to town, eh?— Nothing amiss, I trust?" "Nothing whatever, Sir," answered the widow.
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