He thrashed the poor fellow most terribly, and I believe would have killed him had not I stayed his hand.

Another time a pretty girl at Augsburg became familiar with him, and Max checked her peremptorily.

When he grew angry, she laughed, and saucily held up her lips for a kiss.

Max looked at me in half-amused wonder.
"Take it, Max; there is no harm in it," I suggested.
Max found it so, and immediately wanted more, but the girl said too many would not be good for him.

She promised others later on, if he were very, very good.