Stephen laughed outright. Cranly, picking up the broken stave of a cask from the grass at his feet, turned swiftly and said sternly: Temple, I declare to the living God if you say another word, do you know, to anybody on any subject, I'll kill you SUPER SPOTTUM. He was like you, I fancy, said Stephen, an emotional man. Blast him, curse him! said Cranly broadly. Don't talk to him at all.