"Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ‘What Gerald wants with you has me beat. Jonathan laughed scornfully. And no ill-chances. This Joan would hold them for a little.
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