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There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success. They buried him in Willesden churchyard after the robbery. "What is a family album?" "You poor child, do you mean to tell me you've never seen a family album? Why, it's a book filled with the photographs of your grandmothers and grandfathers, your aunts and uncles and cousins, your mother and father when they were little. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't have mastered me so easily. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. But McClintock's mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock's was only dully confused. 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. "Has he escaped?" asked the thief-taker, faintly.
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