No, no.' When Sir Mulberry found coherent words to utter, Ralph bent forward with his hand to his ear, and a face as calm as if its every line of sternness had been cast in iron.
'When I am off this cursed bed,' said the invalid, actually striking at his broken leg in the ecstasy of his passion, 'I'll have such revenge as never man had yet.

By God, I will.

Accident favouring him, he has marked me for a week or two, but I'll put a mark on him that he shall carry to his grave.

I'll slit his nose and ears, flog him, maim him for life.
I'll do more than that; I'll drag that pattern of chastity, that pink of prudery, the delicate sister, through--' It might have been that even Ralph's cold blood tingled in his cheeks at that moment.

It might have been that Sir Mulberry remembered, that, knave and usurer as he was, he must, in some early time of infancy, have twined his arm about her father's neck.