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There stood John and Mr. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Give me the chisel, Blueskin. ‘Thanks to him, Hilary and I nearly had our heads blown off.
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