I met that scoundrel Dengate, and--he's paid me the money he owed my father." "He has _paid_ it?
Oh! really ?" "See, here's a cheque, and I think it likely I can turn it into cash.
The blackguard has been doing well at Liverpool.

I'm not quite sure that I understand the reptile, but he seems to have given me this because I abused him.

I hurt his vanity, and he couldn't resist the temptation to astonish me.

He thinks I shall go about proclaiming him a noble fellow.

Four hundred and thirty-six pounds; there it is." He tossed the piece of paper into the air with boyish glee, and only just caught it as it was fluttering into the fire.
"Oh, be careful!" cried Mrs.Hilliard.
"I told him he was a scoundrel, and he began by threatening to thrash me.