He would have to return to Hong-Kong; and his trail would be picked up the moment he set foot on the Praya. Blueskin drew the knife across his throat a second time, widening and deepening the wound; and wrenching back the head to get it into a more favourable position, would infallibly have severed it from the trunk, if the officers, who by this time had recovered from their terror, had not thrown themselves upon him, and withheld him. "What has happened?" asked Sister Prudence. And severely hurt that pig, which was a very good thing. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl.
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