famous flower painting

¡¡¡¡The cook grinned at my exhibition of nerves, and thrust into my hand a steaming mug with an ''Ere, this'll do yer good.' ¡¡¡¡It was a nauseous mess,- ship's coffee,- but the heat of it was revivifying. Between gulps of the molten stuff I glanced down at my raw and bleeding chest and turned to the Scandinavian. ¡¡¡¡'Thank you, Mr. Yonson,' I said; 'but don't you think your measures were rather heroic?' ¡¡¡¡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.