I would have had that fellow shot without the least remorse!" "Did he do it on purpose ?" Mr.Jarndyce inquired.
"I have not the slightest doubt that the scoundrel has passed his whole existence in misdirecting travellers!" returned the other.

"By my soul, I thought him the worst-looking dog I had ever beheld when he was telling me to take the turning to the right.

And yet I stood before that fellow face to face and didn't knock his brains out!" "Teeth, you mean ?" said Mr.Jarndyce.
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Mr.Lawrence Boythorn, really making the whole house vibrate.

"What, you have not forgotten it yet! Ha, ha, ha! And that was another most consummate vagabond! By my soul, the countenance of that fellow when he was a boy was the blackest image of perfidy, cowardice, and cruelty ever set up as a scarecrow in a field of scoundrels.

If I were to meet that most unparalleled despot in the streets to-morrow, I would fell him like a rotten tree!" "I have no doubt of it," said Mr.Jarndyce.