"Well?" he whispered. I almost wish we hadn't come. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. . "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. You might even tire of me by then, you know. 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. He reached over and took her hand. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot.
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