Even then I almost lost the true and wondrous meaning of the thing when I heard his answer.

For he cut Pavannes short with bitter caustic gibes, spurned his proffered gratitude with insults, and replied to his acknowledgments with threats.
"Go! go!" he continued to cry violently.

"Have I brought you so far safely that you will cheat me of my vengeance at the last, and provoke me to kill you?
Away! and take these blind puppies with you! Reckon me as much your enemy now as ever! And if I meet you, be sure you will meet a foe! Begone, M.de Pavannes, begone!" "But, M.de Bezers," Louis persisted, "hear me.

It takes two to--" "Begone! begone! before we do one another a mischief!" cried the Vidame furiously.

"Every word you say in that strain is an injury to me.