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A moment before he
had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. Very well. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. She ran
60
past it with melancholic dread towards the slope that led
to the ocean. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the
coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s
shop that led to the field path to her home. No matter what the fire
and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes
out. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. "Yes, sir," said McClintock, as he sat down; "that's South Sea stuff, that yarn of
yours. 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. Hogarth,"
remarked Jack, dejectedly.
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