damn him! ...

Would to God I could be rid of him ...

somehow." "You can dismiss him," she suggested, "pay him his wages and send him about his business." "What were the use?
He would remain in the village--in his brother's cottage mayhap ...

with more time on his hands for his spying work....
He would dog the wench's steps more jealously than eve....

No! no!" he added, whilst he cast a quick, furtive look at her--a look which somehow caused her to shiver with apprehension more deadly than heretofore.
"That's not what I want," he said significantly.
"What's to be done ?" she murmured, "what's to be done ?" "I must think," he rejoined harshly.