Such persons had never seen him angry, wounded, and anxious to wound.
There was a pause after he had spoken his tactless words.

It was broken by a thrice-repeated cry from Phyllis.
"Lies! Lies! Lies!" she cried, facing him, the light of scorn in her eyes.

"I tell you that you have listened to lies; you, a clergyman, have listened to lying gossip, and have repeated that lying gossip to me.
You have listened like a wicked man, and you should be ashamed of your behavior, of your words, your wicked words.

If Ella Linton were wicked, you would be responsible for it in the sight of God.

You, a clergyman, whose duty it is to help the weak ones, to give counsel to those who stand on the brink of danger; you speak your own condemnation if you speak Ella Linton's.