’ ‘Parbleu, but I find you excessively rude,’ she snapped, marching to meet him. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said. Give me that picture, or I'll make you!" "Hear me," said Thames, calmly; "you well know you're no match for me. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. Then she burst into a peal of laughter.
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