He poured forth his indignation in a perfect tornado of righteous anger.
"That's all you have to say, is it?
You--a man of God, so-called--killing your wife by inches and not caring a damn what suffering you cause! I tell you, she has been at death's door all day, thanks to your infernal behaviour.

She may die yet, and you will be directly responsible.

You've crushed her systematically, body and soul.

As to the children, if you touch that little girl again--or any of 'em--I'll haul you before the Bench for cruelty.

Do you hear that ?" Mr.Lorimer, who had been waving a protesting hand throughout this vigorous denunciation, here interposed a lofty: "Sir! You forget yourself!" "Not I!" flung back Tudor.