“What do you mean, scoundrel?”
“That I don’t talk to you here, but where you’ll feel every word I sez,” responded Bantom.
With a giant’s grip, he caught Vane by the collar and wrist, and dragged him out of the room with rough violence, but with as much ease as if he had been a child.
Helen Grahame, with hysteric joy, saw herself thus unexpectedly relieved from the presence of the base and heartless villain who had taken advantage of her defenceless position to so basely insult her. But the scene had been too severe in the emotions it occasioned, and she had a gradually fading sense that there was a violent dashing and crashing down the staircase, a terrible disturbance in the street, which died away, leaving her in a swoon.
CHAPTER XIII.—A SISTER’S LOVE
His years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellow’d, but his judgment ripe,
And in a word (for far behind his worth