To do him justice, he was consistent, if he was nothing else--he was bully and blackguard to the very last.
"Magistrate or parson," he cried, snapping his fingers, "I don't care a damn for you in either capacity.

You keep the child here at your peril! I'll go to the first lawyer in Rubbleford, and bring an action against you.

I'll show you a little legal law! _You_ ruin me indeed! I can prove that I only thrashed the little toad, the nasty deaf idiot, because she deserved it.

I'll be even with you! I'll have the child back wherever you take her to.

I'll show you a little legal law! (Here he stepped to the hall door.) I'll be even with you, damme! I'll charge you with setting on your menial servants to assault me.