"But the other man said it, you don't deny that ?" he pronounced distinctly, and looking in my face without flinching.

"No, I don't deny," said I, returning his gaze.

At last his eyes followed downwards the direction of my pointing finger.

He appeared at first uncomprehending, then confounded, and at last amazed and scared as though a dog had been a monster and he had never seen a dog before.
"Nobody dreamt of insulting you," I said.
'He contemplated the wretched animal, that moved no more than an effigy: it sat with ears pricked and its sharp muzzle pointed into the doorway, and suddenly snapped at a fly like a piece of mechanism.
'I looked at him.

The red of his fair sunburnt complexion deepened suddenly under the down of his cheeks, invaded his forehead, spread to the roots of his curly hair.