"Leave her alone, you brigand! I'll put the police on to you." Bijard growled like an animal being disturbed, and stuttered: "Mind your own business a bit, Limper.

Perhaps you'd like me to put gloves on when I stir her up.

It's merely to warm her, as you can plainly see--simply to show her that I've a long arm." And he gave a final lash with the whip which caught Lalie across the face.

The upper lip was cut, the blood flowed.

Gervaise had seized a chair, and was about to fall on to the locksmith; but the child held her hands towards her imploringly, saying that it was nothing and that it was all over.