The mottled face was unpleasantly twisted, a half-smoked cigar tilted between his lips.

An instant the half-angry eyes of the two men met.
"Must have made a conquest, from all appearances," ventured the leading man with a knowing wink.

"Not so damned hard to catch on with, is she, when the right man tries it ?" There was a swift, passionate blow, a crash among the overturned chairs, and Mooney, dazed and trembling, gazed up from the floor at the rigid, erect figure towering threateningly above him, with squared shoulders and clenched fists.
"Utter another word like that, you cur," said Winston, sternly, "and I 'll break your head.

Don't you dare doubt that I 'll keep my word." For a breathless moment he stood there, glowering down at the shrinking wretch on the floor.

Then, his face, still set and white with passion, he turned contemptuously away.