He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the
booze back there in little old New York…. ”
“But why?”
“He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. There is no future
for me here. 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. She flushed with desire and happiness,
her husband had returned to her and all would be aright. The smell of gunpowder was strong in the
room. ’
‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. Then she looked up at Brendon. He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated
it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows,
when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that
he might touch her. “In private. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. I want to give myself to you.
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