She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. At breakfast both of them played their parts skillfully. “Fancy stabbing a man for jealousy!” she thought. 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. Had romance to be banished from life?. It was hot and dry.
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