“I have not left this apartment myself. Lucy was charmed; how peaceful the baby looked. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself.
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