You who will one day remember and suffer." He threw up his arms in uncontrollable rage and excitement.

His thick hoarse voice, his burning, bad, black eyes, his quivering hands, his bloated body, made him a terrible spectacle.
"Have you done ?" asked Hope Wayne, with saintly dignity.
"Yes, I have done for this time," he hissed; "but I shall cross you many a time.

You and yours," he sneered, "but never so that you can harm me.
You shall feel, but never see me.

You have left me nothing but despair.
And the doom of my soul be upon yours!" He rushed from the room, and Hope Wayne stood speechless.

Attracted by the loud tone of his voice, Mrs.Simcoe had come down stairs, and the moment he was gone she was by Hope's side.