Newton jerked the weapon out of his mother's hands, and threw it in a corner of the room.

Nicholas was aghast; he surmised that his turn would come next; and so it proved--"An't you ashamed of yourself, Mr Forster, to see me treated in this way--bringing a parcel of drunken men into the house to insult me?
Will you order them out, or not, sir ?--Are we to have quiet or not ?" "Yes, my love," replied Nicholas, confused, "yes, my dear, by-and-bye as soon as you're--" Mrs Forster darted towards her husband with the ferocity of a mad cat.
Hilton, perceiving the danger of his host, put out his leg so as to trip her up in her career, and she fell flat upon her face on the floor.

The violence of the fall was so great, that she was stunned.

Newton raised her up; and, with the assistance of his father (who approached with as much reluctance as a horse spurred towards a dead tiger), carried her upstairs, and laid her on her bed.
Poor Mr Spinney was now raised from the floor.

He still remained stupefied with the blow, although gradually recovering.