He would have given half his fortune in that moment to have recalled them.
Master Godolphin's face had changed as utterly as if he had removed a mask.

From flushed that it had been it was livid now and the eyes were blazing, the mouth twitching.

Thus a moment he glowered upon his enemy.
Then standing in his stirrups he swung aloft his whip.
"You dog!" he cried, in a snarling sob.

"You dog!" And his lash came down and cut a long red wheal across Sir Oliver's dark face.
With cries of dismay and anger the others, the parson, the Justice and the rustics got between the pair, for Sir Oliver was looking very wicked, and all the world knew him for a man to be feared.
"Master Godolphin, I cry shame upon you," ex-claimed the parson.

"If evil comes of this I shall testify to the grossness of your aggression.
Get you gone from here!" "Go to the devil, sir," said Master Godolphin thickly.