If I gave you credit for all the vices of the soldier, I gave you credit also for his virtues.

I was the more deceived.

The disobedient servant I might pardon, but the soldier who is faithless to his trust"-- I raised the whip and brought it down again and again across his shoulders.

He stood without a word, his face dark red and his hands clenched at his sides.

For a minute or more there was no sound in the room save the sound of the blows; then my wife suddenly cried out: "It is enough! You have beaten him enough! Let him go, sir!" I threw down the whip.