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“What have you done to yourself?” he muttered. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance
to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. “Are you free tomorrow? Should I call?” He asked. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting
posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he
awoke. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference;
"but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. So he decided to stay. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye!
The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as
the race itself. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that
no one in this house would ever offer him a kick.
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