I detected you in close conversation with Hunsden at my house a month ago, and I know that you were at Hunsden's rooms last night.

Deny it if you dare." "Oh, I shall not deny it! And if Hunsden hounded on the people to hiss you, he did quite right.

You deserve popular execration; for a worse man, a harder master, a more brutal brother than you are has seldom existed." "Sirrah! sirrah!" reiterated Crimsworth; and to complete his apostrophe, he cracked the whip straight over my head.
A minute sufficed to wrest it from him, break it in two pieces, and throw it under the grate.

He made a headlong rush at me, which I evaded, and said-- "Touch me, and I'll have you up before the nearest magistrate." Men like Crimsworth, if firmly and calmly resisted, always abate something of their exorbitant insolence; he had no mind to be brought before a magistrate, and I suppose he saw I meant what I said.

After an odd and long stare at me, at once bull-like and amazed, he seemed to bethink himself that, after all, his money gave him sufficient superiority over a beggar like me, and that he had in his hands a surer and more dignified mode of revenge than the somewhat hazardous one of personal chastisement.
"Take your hat," said he.