"Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. “I expected to stay with a relation, but I found that their arrangements did not allow of it. Not entirely. 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. It looks so French to be affectionate. "Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. "But, we'll soon see.
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