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” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. “Have you not heard?” she said. The key is in my trousers. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. But did you ever hear of a djinn in a blue-serge coat? Stitched in!" Something like this was always rushing into his throat; and he had to sink his nails into his palms to stop his mouth. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. “Of course I will,” he answered. Happen what might, he could not be in a worse position.
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