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” “There’s art,” said Ann Veronica, “and writing. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. You don’t understand. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. 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. " "Comin'! comin'!" returned the constable, shuffling towards him.
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