The air became hot and swollen with June humidity. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Almost light-heartedly. “Drugs, mainly. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear.
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