The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. It was perfectly legitimate. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. ’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. ’ He sighed, spread his hands quite in her own manner, and fluttered his lashes. ‘I can manage now. The fact itself is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word. I spoke a thought aloud. Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow. ” Anna nodded. 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. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard.
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