‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again. His demeanour then was sober enough to lend
colour to that belief. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her
uppermost. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and
the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to
give up the point. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. 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. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an
unprotected male.
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