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The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. " "He couldn't help it, Ruth. "Now, Jack," cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, "you are my friend again. \"Yep. " "I'll bring you an armful this afternoon. I’m a man, and I know what I mean. "At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed. He seemed to be trying to understand something very perplexing and elusive. “No, he wouldn’t come here of all places—just now.
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