As usual he was far gone, and his eyes shone with the furious madness imparted by the vitriol he had swallowed.

When he perceived Lalie in bed, he tapped on his thighs with a sneer, and took the whip from where it hung.
"Ah! by blazes, that's too much," he growled, "we'll soon have a laugh.
So the cows lie down on their straw at noon now! Are you poking fun at me, you lazy beggar?
Come, quick now, up you get!" And he cracked the whip over the bed.

But the child beggingly replied: "Pray, papa, don't--don't strike me.

I swear to you you will regret it.
Don't strike!" "Will you jump up ?" he roared still louder, "or else I'll tickle your ribs! Jump up, you little hound!" Then she softly said, "I can't--do you understand?
I'm going to die." Gervaise had sprung upon Bijard and torn the whip away from him.

He stood bewildered in front of the bed.