The exquisitely fine lace ruffles round his neck were reduced to shreds in a second, and with a vigorous kick he knocked over a large arm-chair that stood in his way, and left it upside down, with its legs in the air.
"The impudent little hussy!" he cried, as he continued his frenzied walk, like a wild beast in a cage.

"I have a great mind to have her thrown into prison, there to be well-whipped, and have her hair shaved off, before being sent to a lunatic asylum--or better still to some strict convent where they take in bad girls who have been forcibly rescued from lives of infamy.

I could easily manage it.

But no, it would be worse than useless--persecution would only make her hate me more, and would not make her love that cursed de Sigognac a bit less.

How can I punish her?
what on earth shall I do ?" and still he paced restlessly to and fro, cursing and swearing, and raving like a madman.