"Feeling that you must vent your spite on someone, you pick on this unoffending lad.

If you ever raise so much as a finger against him again----" "Let him keep away from my machine! And drop my wrist!" Charlie Menocal snarled.
"And you leave him alone hereafter, in any case," Lee warned, shoving the speaker away in disgust.

Then he helped Dave to rise.
Charlie straightened his disarranged tie and coat with trembling fingers.

He could scarcely retain his rage; his body shook all over; his foot slipped twice when he sought to mount into his car.

Leaning forward from his seat, he shook a finger in Bryant's face, exclaiming, "You'll get what's coming to you! Like your damned dog!" His face was entirely viperish.