" "Devil take the key!" ejaculated Wood. ’ ‘Yes, do. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. “Are you in the Service?” She asked him. " "Depend upon it, Sir. ‘That is not your affair. If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your splendors. I'll forgive him if he does. Mind, I am anticipating events. "I might return the question. But I will not be engaged as ‘Alcide’ or advertised under that name. " So saying, he left the room. " "Perhaps I'm too tired to plan for to-morrow.
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