Blood pledged me his word for that." A faint smile broke the set of her lips, which hitherto had been wistful, and a little colour tinged her cheeks.

She would have pursued the subject, but the Deputy-Governor's mood did not permit it.

He sneered and snorted at the notion of Blood's word being good for anything, forgetting that he owed to it his own preservation at that moment.
At supper, and for long thereafter he talked of nothing but Blood--of how he would lay him by the heels, and what hideous things he would perform upon his body.

And as he drank heavily the while, his speech became increasingly gross and his threats increasingly horrible; until in the end Arabella withdrew, white-faced and almost on the verge of tears.

It was not often that Bishop revealed himself to his niece.