It would be just her way.' 'Speak another word against my girl,' Hewett shouted, misinterpreting the last phrase, 'an' I'll do more than say what I think of you--old man though they call me! Take yourself out of this room; it was the worst day of my life that ever you came into it.

Never let me an' you come across each other again.

I hate the sight of you, an' I hate the sound of your voice!' The animal in Sidney Kirkwood made it a terrible minute for him as he turned away in silence before this savage injustice.

The veins upon his forehead were swollen; his clenched teeth gave an appearance of ferocity to his spirited features.

With head bent, and shoulders quivering as if in supreme muscular exertion, he left the room without another word.
In a few minutes Hewett also quitted the house.