THE BEETLE. Richard Marsh

impudence! next time he might have his house burnt down — and him in it! — before I took the trouble to touch his dirty knocker.

      What did he mean by his allusion to lunatics in politics, — did he think to fool me? There was more in the business than met the eye, — and a good deal more than he wished to meet mine, — hence his insolence. The creature.

      What Marjorie Lindon could see in such an opusculum surpassed my comprehension; especially when there was a man of my sort walking about, who adored the very ground she trod upon.