’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. He wondered if these abnormal mental activities presaged illness. "I can't make you understand; I can't make you see things as I see them. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Give me that picture, or I'll make you!" "Hear me," said Thames, calmly; "you well know you're no match for me. He made his headquarters at the Victoria on the Sha-mien, and generally met the Hong-Kong packet in the morning.
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