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Welles felt a trifle bewildered by this, and showed it. She explained further, "But seriously, I must tell you that she is a perfectly harmless and quite uninteresting old herb-gatherer, although the children in the village are a little afraid of her, because she is an Indian, the only one they have ever seen. She really is an Indian too.
"Much trouble for all." "All I am to say to Phoebe then is that her father is in good hands and she is not to look for him?" The herb-gatherer nodded. "How soon will he be coming back?" She shook her head and seizing her staff, rose to go. "Are you a friend of the Lupos?" There was no answer. Billie tried again. "Did Mrs. Lupo ever go back to her husband?" "Lupo very angry. She not go back."
The thought that he had robbed some flower or herb-gatherer of a portion of the result of her morning's work had entered his mind and, obeying a hasty impulse, he flung a glittering zecchin into the basket.
The thought that he had robbed some flower or herb-gatherer of a portion of the result of her morning's work had entered his mind and, obeying a hasty impulse, he flung a glittering zecchin into the basket.
This, Hradzka considered, was another of the many contradictions he had encountered among these people this man behaved like an educated scientist, and seemingly had nothing in common with the peasant herb-gatherer on the mountainside. The fact was that Hradzka was worried.
Somehow it didn't seem as if she could live on real food. "Will you drink a cup of tea?" she added hastily. The wrinkled face remained inscrutable. "Or coffee?" "Coffee?" repeated the old soul, and suddenly without the faintest warning, smiled and Billie smiled back. "I can make delicious strong coffee," announced the girl proudly. "You will come, won't you?" "I come," answered the herb-gatherer.
The potent draught of wine acts at once, causing the victim to drop to the ground in a dead sleep, whereupon the herb-gatherer either dispatches him summarily with a thrust through the heart, or leaves the drunken tyrant to sleep off the effect of his draught, while he returns again to his work of collecting the health-restoring herbs.
This is the method referred to: On leaving his home the herb-gatherer of the mountains arms himself with two large hollow bamboo tubes which he slips over his wrists and arms; he also carries a jar of very strong wine. When he meets one of the wild men he stands still and allows the giant to grasp him by the arm.
"O illustrious Kai Lung," exclaimed a very industrious and ill-clad herb-gatherer, who, in spite of his poverty, could not refrain from mingling with listeners whenever the story-teller appeared in Shan Tzu, "a single piece of brass money is to this person more than a block of solid gold to many of Wu-whei; yet he has twice made the customary offering, once freely, once because a courteous and pure-minded individual who possesses certain written papers of his connected with the repayment of some few taels walked behind the bowl and engaged his eyes with an unmistakable and very significant glance.
It was aiming to strike, with its fierce talons, at a point some paces distant from where the woman stood, and in the intervals between her screams Tom heard her cry, in her native tongue: "My baby! My baby! The beast-bird will carry off my baby!" Then Tom understood. The woman herb-gatherer had brought her infant with her on her quest, and had laid it down on a bed of soft grass while she worked.
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