" "Bring him here,—let me see him—let me embrace him—let me be assured that he is safe, and I am yours. " Thames was about to follow, when he felt a gentle grasp upon his arm. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. . ” He seemed to be elaborating ideas as he talked.
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