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"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. 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. I’m minded to take a whip and beat some sense into you. These were presently joined by a regiment of foot. "Take care of yourself, then," rejoined Thames, doubling his fists, and advancing towards him: "though my right arm's stiff, I can use it, as you'll find. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. ” He did not move. On returning to the audience-chamber, Jonathan found the inanimate body of Thames Darrell lying where he had left it; but, on examining it, he remarked that the pockets were turned inside out, and had evidently been rifled.
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