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He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious. 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. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. " "Ah! indeed! what's he doing here?" inquired Jack. That wasn’t even the worst thing.
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