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He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. He reached for her and she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a few times when he had suffered bad fevers. Somehow. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. He was a little embarrassed. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair. 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. Although she had said a great deal when she heard about the shooting that had left poor Jack so badly injured.
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