"'Twasn't me, 'twasn't my fault--hit the others some." Swish, swish, swish.

"Do you think the others would lie so contemptibly?
Philip never lied to me.

Judy would cut her tongue out first." Swish, swish, swish.

"Going to a picnic, are you?
You can picnic in your room till to-morrow's breakfast." Swish, swish, swish.
"Pah--get away with you!" Human endurance could go no further.

The final swish had been actual agony to his smarting, quivering shoulders and back.