Give me that picture, or I'll make you!" "Hear me," said Thames, calmly; "you well know you're no match for me. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. He saw that she was tense. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. "Took a great fancy to you.
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