Then his passion, "not loud but deep," found utterance only in
emphatic thumps of his walking stick upon the ground!

Then, as the huge emotion worked upward, it broke out in grunts,
groans and inarticulate exclamations!

Finally it burst forth as follows:

"Ugh! ugh! ugh! Fool! dolt! blockhead! Brute that I've been! I wish
somebody would punch my wooden head! I didn't think the demon
himself could have deceived me so! Ugh! Nobody but the demon could
have done it! and he is the demon! The very demon himself! He does
not disguise--he transforms himself! Ugh! ugh! ugh! that I should
have been such a donkey!"

"Sir, compose yourself! We are all liable to suffer deception," said
Mr. Goodwin.

"Sir," broke forth Old Hurricane, in fury, "that wretch has eaten at
my table! Has drunk wine with me!! Has slept in my bed!!! Ugh! ugh!!
ugh!!!"

"Believing him to be what he seemed, sir, you extended to him the
rights of hospitality; you have nothing to blame yourself with!"

"Demmy, sir, I did more than that! I've coddled him up with
negusses! I've pampered him up with possets and put him to sleep in
my own bed! Yes, sir--and more! Look there at Mrs. Condiment, sir!
The way in which she worshiped that villain was a sight to behold!"
said Old Hurricane, jumping up and stamping around the tent in fury.