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. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. ’ Mrs Sindlesham sighed deeply. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. “You too sing?” he asked. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution.
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