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Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. " "Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. 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. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food.
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