And that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me! I would not strike him with my fist, but I'd kick him with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction.

Is he weeping, or is he going to faint for fear ?' The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push.
He'd better have kept his distance: my master quickly sprang erect, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter man.

It took his breath for a minute; and while he choked, Mr.Linton walked out by the back door into the yard, and from thence to the front entrance.
'There! you've done with coming here,' cried Catherine.

'Get away, now; he'll return with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen assistants.

If he did overhear us, of course he'd never forgive you.