There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. “I ought never have gone to the Zoo, I suppose. Let me take the satchel, sir. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. 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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