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...at intermittently in the dark. Axel Heyst was also a smoker; and when he lounged out on his verandah with his cheroot, the last thing before going to bed,...the volcano was company to him in the shades of the night—which were often too thick, one would think, to let a breath of air through. There was seldom...

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