What words were spoken I cannot remember; but his conduct to me was as that of a savage beast.

I struggled with him in the street as a man would struggle who is attacked by a wild dog.

I think that he did not explain the cause of his hatred, though, of course, my memory as to what took place at that moment is disturbed and imperfect; but I did know in my heart why it was that he had quarrelled with me." "Why was it ?" Florence asked.
"Because he thought that I had ventured to love you." "No, no!" shrieked Florence; "he could not have thought that." "He did think so, and he was right enough.

If I have never said so before, I am bound at any rate to say it now." He paused for a moment, but she made him no answer.

"In the struggle between us he fell on the pavement against a rail;--and then I left him." "Well ?" "He has never been heard of since.