"I'll mention this fellow once--now," he said, speaking each word with emphasis.

"His name is Vanrevel.

You see that gate; you see the line of my property there: the man himself, as well as every other person in the town, remembers well that the last time I spoke to him, it was to tell him that if he ever set foot on ground of mine I'd shoot him down, and he knows, and they all know, I shall keep my word! Elsewhere, I told him that for the sake of public peace, I should ignore him.

I do.

You will see him everywhere; but it will not be difficult; no one will have the hardihood to present him to my daughter.
The quarrel between us--" Mr.Carewe broke off for a moment, his hands clinching the arms of his chair, while he swallowed with difficulty, as though he choked upon some acrid bolus, and he was so strongly agitated by his own mention of his enemy that he controlled himself by a painful effort of his will.