"It is plain you have never seen her." "Unbelieving pagan!" exclaimed the major, clapping his hand furiously upon his sword.

"I have done more--I have spoken with her." "A lie!" replied Disbrowe, hurling a dice-box at his head.
"Ha!" roared Pillichody, in a voice of thunder, and pushing back his chair till it was stopped by the wall.

"Death and fiends! I will make mincemeat of your heart, and send it as a love-offering to your wife." And, whipping out his long rapier, he would have assaulted Disbrowe, if Sir Paul had not interposed, and commanded him authoritatively to put up his blade.
"You shall have your revenge in a safer way," he whispered.
"Well, Sir Paul," rejoined the bully, with affected reluctance, "as you desire it, I will spare the young man's life.

I must wash away the insult in burgundy, since I cannot do so in blood." With this, he emptied the flask next him, and called to a drawer, who was in attendance, in an imperious tone, to bring two more bottles.
Parravicin, meanwhile, picked up the dice-box, and, seating himself, spread a large heap of gold on the table.
"I mentioned your wife, Captain Disbrowe," he said, addressing the young officer, who anxiously watched his movements, "not with any intention of giving you offence, but to show you that, although you have lost your money, you have still a valuable stake left." "I do not understand you, Sir Paul," returned Disbrowe, with a look of indignant surprise.
"To be plain, then," replied Parravicin, "I have won from you two hundred pounds--all you possess.

You are a ruined man, and, as such, will run any hazard to retrieve your losses.