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. "And you, Marvel, you must have
been a party—"
"I, Sir!"
"If he's not found, I'll get a new hangman. ‘Speak, then. Things happened frequently over here
that wouldn't happen in the States once in a hundred years. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. At least one of
them was caught and put away. She would wake in the night to
repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?”
It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen
Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof. His voice had broken. Austin, may repeat it if he pleases to his master,
Jonathan Wild,—I have not.
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