"Your wife--you melodious sinner! Do you think such tomfoolery has any effect in this civilized country?
She is about as much your wife as I am your brother.
Don't talk your heathenish rot here.

I said I'd help you to get your own, because you played the fiddle as few men can play it, and I owe you a lot for that hour's music; but there's nothing belonging to Gabriel Druse that belongs to you, and his daughter least of all.

Look out--don't sit on the fiddle, damn you!" The Romany had made a motion as if to sit down on the chair where the fiddle was, but stopped short at Ingolby's warning.

For an instant Jethro had an inclination to seize the fiddle and break it across his knees.

It would be an exquisite thing to destroy five thousand dollars' worth of this man's property at a single wrench and blow.