It was denunciation, malediction, fulmination, anathema.

It had a certain majesty and dignity.

Its richness and variety were unequaled, and it was hurled forth by a voice deep, powerful and enduring.
Dick listened with amazement and then admiration.

He had never heard its like, nor did he feel any offense.

The daughter, too, stood by, pursing her prim lips, and evidently approving.