’ The sharp eyes twinkled. ’ The couple on the sofa stared at her blankly. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. ’ Gerald was relieved to hear the loud guffaw issuing from the old man’s lips. He had looked at it before without comprehension. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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