so roughly that he fell against a piece of furniture, and when she

saw the lump on his forehead she burst into involuntary laughter.

After that her experiments on La Faloise having whetted her

appetite, she treated him like an animal, threshing him and chasing

him to an accompaniment of kicks.

"Gee up! Gee up! You're a horse. Hoi! Gee up! Won't you hurry

At other times he was a dog. She would throw her scented

handkerchief to the far end of the room, and he had to run and pick