195 < 24 > A CITY IN GREECE, 589 B. Ever hear of the djinn in the bottle? Like enough. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. “Well,” she achieved at last. “So you still think of me as husband, even though we have long since tired of each other. Delight surged through her as her breasts, shoulders, and belly touched his naked flesh all at once. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful.
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