He took out those French shares and fluttered the little package of papers between his angry fingers as though the feel of them could give him consolation.

He looked at those poor forgeries of his name by Mr.Harley.Then he wrote a note to that gentleman and urged him, by every name of business, to call without delay.

Mr.Harley must come at once.

The note in the hands of a messenger, Storri commenced to rove the floor like some rage-frenzied beast.
"We shall see!" he cried, tossing his hands.

"I have the father in my fingers--aye! in these fingers! I can pull him to pieces like a toasted lark--yes, limb from pinion, I, Storri, shall tear him asunder! I can torture, I can crush! He is mine to destroy! My power over him shall be my power over her! The stubborn Dorothy shall come to me on her knees--to me, Storri, whom she has affronted! She shall beg my favor for her father! What should be the ransom?
Who shall measure my demands when I have conquered?
I, who am to have my neck twisted!--I, who am to be beaten like a dog!--I shall name to her the terms.