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He walked unsteadily towards the door. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. ” He said to her, quite unsure of whether or not he was dreaming. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. 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. She let out a wail. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. "Ay, what's the matter, boy!" reiterated Jackson sternly. You know the danger of this breakneck road as well as I do. He saw her young and graceful back as she descended from the carriage, severely ignoring him, and recalled a glimpse he had of her face, bright and serene, as his train ran out of Wimbledon. " While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. ‘But it is entirely myself,’ she exclaimed aloud.
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