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. He glanced up at the coachman. Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some weight with you. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard.
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