I watched, to see who might be his intimates; but he seemed to have no especial intimates.

But I was his intimate; and I took care to make the intimacy grow.

Sometimes I so hungered for my revenge that I could hardly restrain myself from going on my knees and begging him to point out the man who had murdered my wife and child; but I managed to bridle my tongue.

I bided my time, and went on telling fortunes, as opportunity offered.
My apparatus was simple: a little red paint and a bit of white paper.

I painted the ball of the client's thumb, took a print of it on the paper, studied it that night, and revealed his fortune to him next day.