Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine. He did not particularly care. He turned and shouted some orders to the Kanaka crew, then nodded to the sampan's coolies, who bore upon the sweeps and headed for the Sha-mien. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. I told her it was the end. He heard Melusine cry out, but his attention was all for the nick he had made in her neck.
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