Lucy entered and Mike followed. 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. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. I've told you about him; and you wrote a shrewd yarn on the subject. “I’m very shy, and I would like to opt out if you don’t mind.
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