"Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. ’ ‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his makeshift bandage. ’ ‘You ain’t never!’ ‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and arms and hands. Hollo rumbled in his throat. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. “Difficulties indeed. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave.
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