"An hour hence, I shall return with the priest," replied Jonathan, striding towards the door. "It is too late. You sent back my Christmas checks. Clotilde announced that she would not be back and she was taking Fritz and Anna forever. 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. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. . He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home.
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