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. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like! A Frenchie is what you are, and there ain’t no granddaughter Charvill no more. “She can’t. She drove me. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. He smothered it down with such a good will that the reaction set his heart to pounding.
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