Baumberger glared at him, and then lunged, his eyes like an animal gone mad.
Three or four times he lunged with incomparable dash and dexterity.
And at each utterance of the pronoun he lunged with his forefinger in the direction of his son.
For some moments he feinted and lunged, seeking an opening, however slight.
Effie lunged for it frantically, switched it off, darted ...