My patience has its limits." "I am no brawler," replied the other, "and I can do no good by talking to you.

But if ever I come across any of your acquaintances, they shall know, very plainly, what opinion I have of you.

Prosecute me for slander, Mr.Glazzard, if you dare--I desire nothing better!" And Mr.Charnock went hurriedly from the room.
For several minutes Glazzard kept the same attitude, his eyes fixed on the floor, one hand behind his back, the other thrust into his waistcoat.

Then he uttered an inarticulate exclamation, and walked with hurried, jerky step across the room; his facial muscles quivered ceaselessly, distorting the features into all manner of grotesque and ugly expressions.

Again the harsh sound escaped him, and again he changed his place as though impelled by a sudden pain.