------My father thrust back his chair------rose up--put on his hat------took four long strides to the door------jerked it open----thrust his head half way out----shut the door again----took no notice of the bad hinge----returned to the table--pluck'd my mother's thread-paper out of _Slawkenbergius's_ book------went hastily to his bureau--walked slowly back--twisted my mother's thread-paper about his thumb--unbutton'd his waistcoat--threw my mother's thread-paper into the fire----bit her sattin pin-cushion in two, fill'd his mouth with bran--confounded it; --but mark! 
My father thrust back his chair - rose up - took four long strides to the door - jerked it open - shut it again - went hastily to his bureau - walked slowly back - threw his bookmark into the fire - bit my mother's satin pin-cushion in two, filling his mouth with bran - confounded it - but mark! 