In about an hour Kamrasi arrived, attended by a considerable number of men, and took his seat in our shed.

I felt convinced that his visit was simply intended to peel the last skin from the onion.

I had already given him nearly all that I had, but he hoped to extract the whole before I should depart.
He almost immediately commenced the conversation by asking for a pretty yellow muslin Turkish handkerchief fringed with silver drops that Mrs.
Baker wore upon her head.

One of these had already been given to him, and I explained that this was the last remaining, and that she required it....

He "must" have it....