Dacre was away that night and I had him to myself.

I kept my temper with him at first--till he showed fight and tried to kick me.
Then I let him have it.

I gave him a licking--such a licking as he never got at school.

It sobered him quite effectually, poor little beggar." An odd note of tenderness crept through the grimness of Monck's speech.
"But I didn't stop then.

He had to have his lesson and he had it.