I pushed her aside, and glared at him.

I was in a furious rage.

We glared at each other eye to eye.

I pointed to the door.
"_Monsieur, sortez_!" I went to it and flung it wide.

Anastasius Papadopoulos trotted into the room.
His entrance was so queer, so unexpected, so anti-climatic, that for the moment the three of us were thrown off our emotional balance.
"I have heard all, I have heard all," shrieked the little man.