"I understand," she said. "But, though the storm has spared him, I will not. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. I think too much about myself. You may go back, Marthe. 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. She took some shirts, underwear, shoes, a duffel bag, and his wallet to make it look like he had gone a-traveling. CHAPTER VI. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Gosse was backing towards the table.
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