The next day he had it taken down and chopped into fire-wood, a cart-load of which he sent with his humble compliments to Mrs.Middlemist.Zora called it a burnt offering.

She found more satisfaction in the blaze that roared up the chimney than she could explain to her mother; perhaps more than she could explain to herself.
Septimus had first taught her the pleasantness of power.

But that was nothing to this.

Anybody, even Emmy, curly-headed baby that she was, could turn poor Septimus into a slave.

For a woman to impose her will upon Clem Sypher, Friend of Humanity, the Colossus of Curemongers, was no such trumpery achievement.
Emmy, when she referred to the matter, expressed the hope that Zora had rubbed it into Clem Sypher.