He indignantly shook the boy off, and caned him till he rolled on the floor, losing every particle of self-control, and calling out, "The devil--the devil--the devil!" ("invoking his patron saint," as Wildney maliciously observed).
"There! cease to blaspheme, and get up," said the master, blowing out a cloud of fiery indignation.

"There, sir.

Retribution comes at last, leaden-footed but iron-handed.

A long catalogue of sins is visited on you to-day, and not only on your shrinking body, but on your conscience too, if you have one left.

Let those red marks betoken that your reign is ended.