Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. E. Courtlaw rose to his feet. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. ‘What are you going to do now, child?’ Melusine sighed away the last of her distress. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. Manning regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and stroked his mustache. She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall.
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