Your eyes are that green," he finished.
Self-consciousness, the very thing which she had been trying to keep the big sailor from, turned her blood to fire.

She knew the quick color was running from throat to cheek; she knew the cold, incurious eye would note the change.

He was so far aware of the alteration that he rose and glanced at the door.
"Good-by," she said, and then quite forgetting herself: "I shall ask the captain to see that you are treated like a white man." "You will not!" "I beg your pardon ?" she said, but the hint of insulted dignity was lost on Harrigan.
"You will not," he repeated.

"It'd simply make him worse." She was glad of the chance to be angry; it would explain her heightening color.
"The captain must be an utter brute." "I figger he's nine tenths man, an' the other tenth devil, but there ain't no human bein' can change any of them ten parts.

Good-by.