He raved: "You let her go.

Ha! what creatures you are--hein?
But you find not anozer in fifty years, I say; and here you stop, and forty hours pass by, and not a sing in motion.

What blood you have! It is water--not blood.

Such a voice, a verve, a style, an eye, a devil, zat girl! and all drawn up and out before ze time by a man: she is spoilt!" He exhibited an anguish that they were not able to commiserate.

Certain expressions falling from him led them to guess that he had set some plot in motion, which Emilia's flight had arrested; but his tragic outcries were all on the higher ground of the loss to Art.