"When I came home, this afternoon, I found her reading that thing." He pointed to many very small fragments of Mr.Cummings's newspaper, which were scattered about the lawn near the veranda.

"She was out here, reading an article which I had read downtown and which appeared in a special edition of that rotten sheet, sent out two hours ago." "Well ?" "Do you know what that article was, madam, do you know what it was ?" Although breathing heavily, Mr.Carewe had compelled himself to a certain outward calmness, but now, in the uncontrollable agitation of his anger, he sprang to his feet and struck one of the wooden pillars of the porch a shocking blow with the bare knuckles of his clenched hand.
"Do you know what it was?
It was a eulogy of that damned Vanrevel! It pretended to be an account of the enrollment of his infernal company, but it was nothing more than a glorification of that nigger-loving hound! His company--a lot of sneaks, who'll run like sheep from the first Greaser--elected him captain yesterday, and today he received an appointment as major! It dries the blood in my veins to think of it!--that black dog a major! Good God! am I never to hear the last of him?
Cummings wrote it, the fool, the lying, fawning, slobbering fool; he ought to be shot for it! Neither he nor his paper ever enter my doors again! And I took the dirty sheet from her hands and tore it to pieces--" "Yes," interposed Mrs.Tanberry, "it looks as if you had done it with your teeth." "-- And stamped it into the ground!" "Oh, I heard you!" she said.
Carewe came close to her, and gave her a long look from such bitter eyes that her own fell before them.

"If you've been treacherous to me, Jane Tanberry," he said, "then God punish you! If they've met--my daughter and that man--while I was away, it is on your head.

I don't ask you, because I believe if you knew anything you'd lie for her sake.

But I tell you that as she read that paper, she did not hear my step on the walk nor know that I was there until I leaned over her shoulder.