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Then there came briskly along the path towards her, an Englishman. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at the bottom of the sea. The thing is to get the patient on his feet. “It is against my husband’s orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be particularly glad to see me. ‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend. "You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. She answered him with another kiss, long and deep. ’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. 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. "With the help of his comrade, Jack Sheppard, the young rascal made a bold push to get out of the round-house, where my janizaries had lodged him, and would have succeeded too, if, by good luck,—for the devil never deserts so useful an agent as I am, Sir Rowland,—I hadn't arrived in time to prevent him.
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