He was so nervous under Hunter's scrutiny that his hand trembled to such an extent that it took him about twice as long as it should have done, and Hunter told him so with brutal directness.
'Never mind about puttying up such little cracks as them!' he shouted.
'Fill 'em up with the paint.

We can't afford to pay you for messing about like that!' Newman made no reply.
Misery found no excuse for bullying anyone else, because they were all tearing into it for all they were worth.

As he wandered up and down the house like an evil spirit, he was followed by the furtively unfriendly glances of the men, who cursed him in their hearts as he passed.
He sneaked into the drawing-room and after standing with a malignant expression, silently watching Owen and Easton, he came out again without having uttered a word.
Although he frequently acted in this manner, yet somehow today the circumstance worried Owen considerably.

He wondered uneasily what it meant, and began to feel vaguely apprehensive.

Hunter's silence seemed more menacing than his speech..