"My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ” “Any one could see that the girls were ladies,” Ennison murmured. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. Who was he?” “Intriguing.
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