"But you--you like it!" she said.
He smiled a little.

"I plead guilty to a sporting instinct," he said.
"You hunt down murderers--and call it--sport!" she said slowly.
"No, I call it justice." He still spoke gently though his face had hardened again.

"That child has a sense of justice, quite elementary, but a true one.

If I could get hold of the man who killed Ermsted, I would cheerfully kill him with my own hand--unless I could be sure that he would get his deserts from the Government who are apt to be somewhat slack in such matters." Stella shivered again.

"Do you know, Everard, I can't bear to hear you talk like that?
It is the untamed, savage part of you." He drew her to him.