the
devil take you both for a brace of champion sneaks;" and he
turned on his heel and was about to stalk away with a grand air of
superiority, when Van Berg said, emphatically:
"Wait a moment; I'm not through with you yet. I give you but a brief
half-hour to complete your arrangements for leaving the hotel."
"What do you mean?" said Sibley, turning fiercely upon him.
"I mean, sir, that your presence in that house is an insult to
every lady in it, which I, as a gentleman, shall no longer permit.
Curse you, had you no mother that you could thus insult all good
women by the remark you made a few moments since?"
Half beside himself with rage, Sibley drew a pistol; but before he
could aim correctly one of his companions struck up his hand and
the bullet whizzed harmlessly over Van Berg's head.
There was a faint scream from the house, which indicated that the
scene had been witnessed by some lady there.
The intense passion of the artist, which manifested itself
characteristically, held him unflinching to his purpose.
"So you can be a murderer also?" he said, scornfully. "It would
almost compensate a man for being SHOT, if, as a result, you could
be HUNG.
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