Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and
endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. It was an intimate smell, the
unmistakable scent of him and another woman. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying
to draw him nearer by pushing him away. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a
chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's
'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. “It’s jolly,” he said,
“to feel you have come to me. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?"
"Because you are my mother. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might
soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his
bedside. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had
watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. It was impulsive and natural.
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