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He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. Quite trying of him not to be there when he is wanted. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient. They ought to put a lamp. Then, there's Mr. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. " CHAPTER XIII. " "Ay, marry," replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park.
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