"It is nothing," she said.

"C'est la guerre for me.

I shall not be long, and when I come out you will come to see me again, will you not?
And bring me more flowers?
And you shall not let me 'ave the danger any more, and if I do wrong you shall smack me 'ard.
Per'aps you will like that.

In the books men like it much.

Would you like to whip me ?" she demanded, her eyes sparkling as she threw herself over in the bed and looked up at him.
Peter got up and moved away to the window.