We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. 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. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. Some few of the individuals seated at the other tables seemed to take an interest in the proceedings of Blueskin and his party, just as a bystander watches any other game; but, generally speaking, the company were too much occupied with their own concerns to pay attention to anything else. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. I've seen him often do it. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. “She’s proclaimed herself queen of the school. They walked back to 118 hand in hand. He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again.
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