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Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. "Done!" cried Shotbolt. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. 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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