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‘Oh, peste. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. Mr. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. Now she was to be married to him and it horrified her. Do you know, I envy you. It is safe. 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. "Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper.
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