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. Voilà tout. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles. ’ ‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop.
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