Yes, it's another fifty sous you've cost me.

With this plaything I shall no longer be obliged to run after you, and it'll be no use you getting into the corners.

Will you have a try?
Ah! you broke a cup! Now then, gee up! Dance away, make your curtsies to Monsieur Hardy!" He did not even raise himself but lay sprawling on his back, his head buried in his pillow, making the big whip crack about the room with the noise of a postillion starting his horses.

Then, lowering his arm he lashed Lalie in the middle of the body, encircling her with the whip and unwinding it again as though she were a top.

She fell and tried to escape on her hands and knees; but lashing her again he jerked her to her feet.
"Gee up, gee up!" yelled he.