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The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. As soon as they had got out, the vehicle was drawn up at the back of a tree near the cage. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. ‘Well, that depends. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. " Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry. ‘Just around it, Hilary, that’s all. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop.
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