"The cruel villain! I'll shoot him like a dog!" I was frightened.

I quail even now at the recollection, and the dread of what may come.

I tried to quiet him, but in vain; he shook me off like a child.
"Let me, alone, Grace!" he said, passionately.

"I shall never rest until I have sent a bullet through his brain!" It was then half-past eleven; the train for Montreal passed through St.Croix at twelve.

Captain Danton went out, and ordered round his gig, in a tone that made the stable-boy stare.