" "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. "If you don't stop its squalling, I will. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. “YOU had to come in. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her.
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