She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Capes came back into her mind.
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