12/23 Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. 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. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. |