’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. And let us go on with our evening. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. Of his own certain knowledge he could tell them that. It's only right that his people should know where he is and what has happened to him. She wanted to be alone. And he departed, just as Wood, who had become alarmed by Thames's long absence, made his appearance with a blunderbuss in his hand. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. .
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