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"Oh! he'll be after you directly. You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. ” Jane was taken aback by Lucy’s weird candor. 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.
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