After a passing look of gloomy indifference at the duenna, he called to the child to come back.
She obeyed him in an oddly indirect way, as if she had been returning against her will.

At the same time she looked up in his face, with an absence of shyness which showed, like the snatching away of his stick, that she was familiarly acquainted with him, and accustomed to take liberties.

And yet there was an expression of uneasy expectation in her round attentive eyes.

"Do you want it back again ?" she asked, offering the stick.
"Of course I do.

What would your mother say to me, if you tumbled over my big bamboo, and dashed out your brains on this hard gravel walk ?" "Have you been to see Mama ?" Zo asked.
"I have _not_ been to see Mama--but I know what she would say to me if you dashed out your brains, for all that." "What would she say ?" "She would say--Doctor Benjulia, your name ought to be Herod."' "Who was Herod ?" "Herod was a Royal Jew, who killed little girls when they took away his walking-stick.