Munro evidently understood this only in part;
and, unaccustomed to attribute a desire to shed blood to any other than
a motive of gain or safety, and without any idea of mortified pride or
passion being productive of a thirst unaccountable to his mind, except
in this manner, he proceeded thus, in a sentence, the dull simplicity of
which only the more provoked the ire of his companion--
"What do you think to do, Guy--what recompense would you seek to
have--what would satisfy you?"
The hand of Rivers grasped convulsively that of the questioner as he
spoke, his eyes were protruded closely into his face, his voice was
thick, choking and husky, and his words tremulous, as he replied,
"His blood--his blood!"
The landlord started back with undisguised horror from his glance.
Though familiar with scenes of violence and crime, and callous in their
performance, there was more of the Mammon than the Moloch in his spirit,
and he shuddered at the fiendlike look that met his own.
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