“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. " "Are you sure of that?" returned Winifred, looking uneasily at Jack. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. . In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. 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.
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