The moment they were through the doorway Cranly seized him rudely by the neck and shook him, saying: --You flaming floundering fool! I'll take my dying bible there isn't a bigger bloody ape, do you know, than you in the whole flaming bloody world! Temple wriggled in his grip, laughing still with sly content, while Cranly repeated flatly at every rude shake: --A flaming flaring bloody idiot! They crossed the weedy garden together. He wanted to sin with another of his kind, to force another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin. Is it true, then, that any right plainly written in the Constitution has been denied? I think not. When he had broken up this scenery, weary of its tinsel, there would come to his mind the bright picture of Marseille, of sunny trellises, and of Mercedes.