Beth Norvell

"Utter another word like that, you cur," said Winston, sternly, "and I

'll break your head. Don't you dare doubt that I 'll keep my word."

For a breathless moment he stood there, glowering down at the shrinking

wretch on the floor. Then, his face, still set and white with passion,

he turned contemptuously away. Mooney, cursing cowardly behind his

teeth, watched him ascend the stairs, but the younger man never so much

as glanced below.