In this attitude he listened to a description of his character drawn with the loving skill of an artist whose whole heart was in his work, and who seemed never tired of filling in details.
"If you ever have the hardihood to come to my house again," he concluded, "I'll break every bone in your misshapen body.

Get!" Mr.Wilks turned and groped his way to the door.

Then he went a little way back with some idea of defending himself, but the door of the room was slammed in his face.

He walked slowly down the path to the road and stood there for some time in helpless bewilderment.

In all his sixty years of life his feelings had never been so outraged.