My lawyer shall be down on you to-morrow.

Your chimneys disgorge smoke all over my fields.

You shall disgorge your dishonest gains.

I'll have you off my land, sir; I'll tear you out of the bowels of the earth.

You are a sharper and a knave." At this Bartley roared at him louder still, so that both the young people winced as they crouched in the recess of the window.