Well now, I've come round to take it out of you for slinging that decanter at me, and if there is another thing we needn't mention it." Winston stared at the man, and his astonishment was evident, but the fact that he still spoke with an English accentuation, as Courthorne did, was against him.
"To the best of my recollection, I have never suffered the unpleasantness of meeting you in my life," he said.

"I certainly never threw a decanter or anything else at you, though I understand that one might feel tempted to." The man rose up slowly, and appeared big and heavy-shouldered as he moved athwart the window.

"I guess that is quite enough for me," he said.

"What were you condemned Englishmen made for, any way, but to take the best of what other men worked for, until the folks who've got grit enough run you out of the old country! Lord, why don't they drown you instead of dumping you and your wickedness on to us?
Still, I'm going to show one of you, as I've longed to do, that you can't play your old tricks with the women of this country." "I don't see the drift of a word of it," said Winston.

"Hadn't you better come back to-morrow, when you've worked the vapors off ?" "Come out!" said the other man grimly.