But I was willing to accommodate you by undertaking to sell the horse, seeing it's not convenient to you to go so far to-morrow." Godfrey was silent for some moments.

He would have liked to spring on Dunstan, wrench the whip from his hand, and flog him to within an inch of his life; and no bodily fear could have deterred him; but he was mastered by another sort of fear, which was fed by feelings stronger even than his resentment.

When he spoke again, it was in a half-conciliatory tone.
"Well, you mean no nonsense about the horse, eh?
You'll sell him all fair, and hand over the money?
If you don't, you know, everything 'ull go to smash, for I've got nothing else to trust to.

And you'll have less pleasure in pulling the house over my head, when your own skull's to be broken too." "Aye, aye," said Dunstan, rising; "all right.

I thought you'd come round.