From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. We sha’n’t hang up on any misunderstanding. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. Taber returning. " "By Heaven!" cried Kneebone, with increasing fervour, "it is true—as true as my affection for you. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. 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. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought.
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