"You knew perfectly well who was on that roof, and you went! Didn't you go?
Answer me that! If I'd had arms about me when I got there, I'd have shot that man dead! He was on my property, giving orders, the black hound! And when I ordered him out, he told me if I interfered with his work before it was finished, he'd have me thrown out--me that owned the whole place; and there wasn't a man that would lend me a pistol! 'Rescue!' You'd better rescue him from me, you palm-laden dove, for I'll shoot him, I will! I'll kill that dog; and he knows it.

He can bluster in a crowd, but he'll hide now! He's a coward and--" "He came home with me; he brought me home last night!" Her voice rang out in the room like that of some other person, and she hardly knew that it was herself who spoke.
"You lie!" he screamed, and fell back from her, his face working as though under the dominance of some physical disorder, the flesh of it plastic beyond conception, so that she cried out and covered her face with her arm.

"You lie! I saw you at the hedge with Crailey Gray, though you thought I didn't.

What do you want to lie like that for?
Vanrevel didn't even speak to you.

I asked Madrillon.