“It is not possible,” he exclaimed. A rock gave way to deep
water. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,—
as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to
the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he
were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. There was a long
silence between them. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his
wife. Or he would find something—a wave in her
hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite
discovery. 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. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a
plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. ’
***
Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of
damp linen. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?"
"I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting
from his grasp.
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