‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Consternation gripped him. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. It’s not far from twilight. He might have supposed the fellow would be eager to be rid of the tale, for that he might have longer to enjoy the amenities of the Triumphal Chariot where the meeting had been appointed. 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 leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. ’ Her lips parted, but she did not speak. Chapter XXIX MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. She turned back to Gerald, holding out her hand. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me.
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