If so, do not hesitate to tell me. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. Sit down, I command you. But his hand was withheld by Thames. 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. It isn’t what I have been but what I am. ’ For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour. ” Sir John frowned.
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