When he comes in he'll beat her horribly if he finds out we've been there.

I often go in on the sly.
I went for him this morning when he began beating her again." "What do you mean ?" "I dragged him off her by the hair.

He tried to beat me, but I frightened him, and so it ended.

I'm afraid he'll come back drunk, and won't forget it--he'll give her a bad beating because of it." We went downstairs at once.
The Lebyadkins' door was shut but not locked, and we were able to go in.
Their lodging consisted of two nasty little rooms, with smoke-begrimed walls on which the filthy wall-paper literally hung in tatters.

It had been used for some years as an eating-house, until Filipov, the tavern-keeper, moved to another house.