“Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant.
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