The shimmering eyes drew his eyes, though what he saw in them does not matter.

Indeed he could never remember.

Only when he straightened himself again there was left on his mind a determination that not for seventeen or for seventy thousand pounds would he part with his ownership in this very unique fetish.
"No, thank you," he said presently.

"I don't think I will sell the Yellow God, as Jeekie calls it.

Perhaps you will kindly keep her here for a week or so, until I make up my mind where to stow her." Again Mr.Champers-Haswell uttered his windy whistle.