3/16 You shall beat my face, and tear my hair, and pluck my beard up by the roots, and welcome, for the sake of your bright eyes. Strike again, mistress.Do.Ha ha ha! I like it.' 'Let me go,' she cried, endeavouring with both her hands to push him off. 'Let me go this moment.' 'You had as good be kinder to me, Sweetlips,' said Hugh. 'You had, indeed.Come.Tell me now. Why are you always so proud? |