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The lantern was on the ground inside, ready. Jolly nice girl, too. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. You see, aunt, it’s the only possible way for me to get a good degree in my subjects, and father won’t hear of it. He may die.
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