He hurled original epithets at them in well-cadenced French, he called them what he listed, but in language which half-veiled the insults--the more infuriating to his hearers because they did not perfectly understand.
Suddenly a low-set fellow, with brass rings in his ears, pulled off his coat and threw it on the floor.

"I'll eat your heart," he said, and rolled up blue sleeves along a hairy arm.
"My child," said Charley, "be careful what you eat.

Take up your coat again, and learn that it is only dogs that delight to bark and bite.

Our little hands were never made to tear each other's eyes." The low-set fellow made a rush forward, but Rouge Gosselin held him back.

"No, no, Jougon," he said.