His chair fell over with a crash.

He held on to the table to steady himself.

Even Bulmer, white with rage, could not fail to see that he was stunned.
But Dickey was not minded to spare him on that account.
"Answer me, you scoundrel!" he shouted, thrusting the paper almost into David's face.

"You are glib enough when it suits your purpose.

Were _you_ in this?
Is this the reason you didn't tell me Iris was on board till I forced the truth out of you last night ?" The managing clerk came in.