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Then the smoke billowed over them in a cloud, and from its depths camethe grunts of the angry lion. She swayed on her feet, andSchreuder leapt forward to steady her. There was amurmur of patriotic anger from the spectators, which van de Veldeignored. Theboudoir odour of a pampered woman, not merely the precious oils offlowers, procured by the perfume

Then he had whittled aplug of matching wood to close and conceal the opening. Vincent stopped him, and Schreuder sank backinto his seat. He was thin and lanky, with angry red pustulesstudding the back of his scrawny neck. When he left the tavern half an hour later Schreuder knew where theGolden Bough was heading, and the name and disposition of her captain.