“Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. He's the only native I trust in these parts. You might be able to use the picture some day. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. Of animal life, there was nothing left but monkeys and wild pig, the latter having been domesticated.
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