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¡¡¡¡It was because he understood the reproof of my action, rather than of my words, that he held up his palm for inspection. It was remarkably calloused. I passed my hand over the horny projections, and my teeth went on edge once more from the horrible rasping sensation produced. ¡¡¡¡'My name is Johnson, not Yonson,' he said in very good, though slow, English, with no more than a shade of accent to it. ¡¡¡¡There was mild protest in his pale-blue eyes, and, withal, a timid frankness and manliness that quite won me to him. ¡¡¡¡'Thank you, Mr. Johnson,' I corrected, and reached
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out my hand for his. ¡¡¡¡He hesitated, awkward and bashful, shifted his weight from one leg to the other, then blunderingly gripped my hand in a hearty shake. ¡¡¡¡'Have you any dry clothes I may put on?' I asked the cook. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, sir,' he answered, with cheerful alacrity. 'I'll run down an' tyke a look over my kit, if you've no objections, sir, to wearin' my things.' ¡¡¡¡He dived out of the galley door, or glided, rather, with a swiftness and smoothness of gait that struck me as being not so much cat-like as oily. In fact, this oiliness, or greasiness, as I was later to learn, was probably the most salient expression of his personality.