I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. ” Sir John smiled and congratulated himself upon his insight. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. After a careful search below, he could detect no trace of Blueskin. You get the idea. 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. ” Lucy stated. Petrified and speechless, he turned an imploring look at Wild, who was himself filled with astonishment at the pile of rubbish lying before him.
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