"Come, off with it, sirrah, or I'll blow out your brains, in the first place, and strip you afterwards. "To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered. "It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. I am shockingly poor. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. "Was I out of my head?" "Yes. 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.
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