To say that Abe Cone and Mr. Herman Florsheim departed is not enough--they faded, vanished, without a sound.
Sprudell's eyes quailed a little beneath the fierce intensity of Bruce's gaze, but for a moment only.
"I've heard men talk like that before." He shrugged a shoulder and looked Bruce up and down--at his coat too tight across the chest, at his sleeves, too short for his length of arm, at his clumsy miner's shoes, as though to emphasize the gulf which lay between Bruce's condition and his own. Then with his eyes bright with vindictiveness and his hateful smile of confidence upon his lips, he stood in his setting of affluence and power waiting for Bruce to go, that he might close the door.