The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. " "That is your fault, none of mine. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls.
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