I would have complained to my father, but I was perfectly aware that, although _she_ had no right to strike me, I had deserved chastisement for my behaviour to my brother.

I was still boiling with anger when I set off for the village to join Mason.

I mention all this to show that I was in a bad state of mind, and thus prepared for the wickedness which followed.

I repeat, a boy never disgraces himself all at once.

He does not tumble from the top to the bottom of the cellar stair.