She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. But for now, I’d like to turn in, if you don’t mind. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer.
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