She would a thousand times rather have been beaten than glared at like that.

Those implacable looks, which followed her everywhere, threw her at last into such unbearable torments that on several occasions she determined to see her lover no more.

As soon, however, as Macquart returned she forgot her vows and hastened to him.
The conflict with her son began afresh, silent and terrible, when she came back home.

At the end of a few months she fell completely under his sway.

She stood before him like a child doubtful of her behaviour and fearing that she deserves a whipping.