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The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. And there was another matter. “I can see you and Anna groaning and nodding your grave heads together. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. Ever hear of the djinn in the bottle? Like enough. " Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle. And it has been well for you that he imagines the child was drowned.
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