One twist of Donal's ploughman-hand wrenched it from him.

He threw it over his head upon the bed, and stood motionless and silent, waiting till his rage should subside.

In a few moments his eye began to quail, and he went back to his seat.
"Now, my lord," said Donal, following his example and sitting down, "will you hear me ?" "I'll be damned if I do!" he answered, flaring up again at the first sound of Donal's voice.
"I'm afraid you'll be damned if you don't," returned Donal.
His lordship took the undignified expedient of thrusting his fingers in his ears.

Donal sat quiet until he removed them.

But the moment he began to speak he thrust them in again.