"That young lady is your superior." "You say that to me, sir!" "It is the best I could possibly say of you." "I will send you along with the wench if you do not guard your language.

A prisoner on parole has no license to be a blackguard." "I return you my parole, sir, I shall no longer regard it as binding," said Beverley, by a great effort, holding back a blow; "I will not keep faith with a scoundrel who does not know how to be decent in the presence of a young girl.

You had better have me arrested and confined.
I will escape at the first opportunity and bring a force here to reckon with you for your villainy.

And if you dare hurt Alice Roussillon I will have you hanged like a dog!" Hamilton looked at him scornfully, smiling as one who feels safe in his authority and means to have his own way with his victim.

Naturally he regarded Beverley's words as the merest vaporings of a helpless and exasperated young man.