I've met some bad 'uns in my time, Heyton; but, upon my word, I think you're the very worst of the lot.

You're black rotten, through and through.

And yet you've got a decent girl not only to believe in you, but to marry you--a liar, a coward, and a scoundrel." The other man rose, his hands clenched.

Dene jerked his head towards the chair.
"Sit down," he said, as he sought in his pockets for a cigarette, found it, and began to smoke.

"I'm glad to see that I've touched you on the raw.