Certain peculiarities in his manner, certain suggestions of expression in his face, speech, and gesture, came back to him now with unsatisfied curiosity.

"No matter," he said to himself; "he'll turn up soon again--as soon as I want him, if not sooner.

He thinks he's got a mighty soft thing here, and he isn't going to let it go.

And there's that same d--d sullen dirty pride of his mother, for all he doesn't cotton to her.

Wonder I didn't recognize it at first.