And don't you ever think that I'll let him go to that young girl--not if he kills me first!" With those words the passion in her face died down.

She was again a meek, mute woman.
During this outbreak, Thyme, shrinking, stood by the doorway with lowered eyes.

She now looked up at Martin, clearly asking him to come away.

The latter had kept his gaze fixed on Mrs.Hughs, smoking silently.

He took his pipe out of his mouth, and pointed with it at the baby.
"This gentleman," he said, "can't stand too much of that." In silence all three bent their eyes on the baby.