But I am back, and I'll remember it, my lady! I'll remember you too, you lying sneak!' 'You common, low fellow!' said my lady.
'Ay, talk away!' said he; and then no more, but stared at the floor before him, his jaw set, and his brow as black as a thunder-cloud.

He was a powerful man, and, with that face, a dangerous man.

For he was honestly in love; the love was coarse, brutal, headlong, a passion to curse the woman who accepted it; but it was not the less love for that.
On the contrary, it was such a fever as fills the veins with fire and drives a man to desperate things; as was proved by his next words.
'You have ruined me among you,' he said, his tone dull and thick, like that of a man in drink.

'If I had seen her last night, there is no knowing but what she would have had me.

She would have jumped at it.