Unconsciously she sent a rapturous thrill through the young man's body: he blushed, and then turned pale, and felt for a moment almost faint with rapture at that sweet and unexpected pressure of her soft hands.
But at this moment Sir Charles broke out in a sort of dry, business-like voice, "I'll kill the viper and his brood!" Then he stared at Mr.Angelo, and could not make him out at first.

"Ah!" said he, complacently, "this is my private tutor: a man of learning.

I read Homer with him; but I have forgotten it, all but one line-- "[greek]" "That's a beautiful verse.

Homer, old boy, I'll take your advice.

I'll kill the heir at law, and his brat as well, and when they are dead and well seasoned I'll sell them to that old timber-merchant, the devil, to make hell hotter.