He was not in the habit of swearing, but the magnitude of the occasion seemed to justify the innovation, and he swore hugely, roundly, awfully.

He paced the room, ground his teeth, and stamped upon the floor.
"Father, did you hear that terrible racket just now ?" asked Mrs.
Pemberton.

"I thought the side of the house had fallen in." "What racket ?" demanded the squire, pausing in his excited walk.
"I am sure they have broken something." "It sounded as though it was down cellar," added Susan, the daughter.
"What was it ?" asked the father.
"I don't know.

It sounded like breaking boards.

Do go down cellar, and find out what it was." "The scoundrels!" roared the squire, as he rushed up and down the room again with the fury of a madman.