“I was half hoping that I might be allowed to see you home. ” She shook her head. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. ’ Roding looked struck. 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. Once she heard him mutter, and she leaned down. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. ” “I hope that you may,” Anna answered enigmatically.
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