“Yes, as you can with me, you hussy,” he cried. “Duke—King—why, I’m like water with you, Claude. But,” he cried, shaking a finger at her, “there are things, though, in which I mean to have my way.”
Claude flushed up, and a hard look came into her eyes.
But no more was said then.
Volume One—Chapter Ten.
Denise.
“What the deuce brought you here?”
“Train my boy. Saw in the shipping news that The Fair Star was lying in Danmouth. Felt a bit seedy, and knew that you would give me a berth aboard, and here I am.”
“So I see.”