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Now, ye jest take this yer gal and flog her; ye've seen enough on't to know how."
We live in freedom, but you bow down to and slave for men, who in return for your services flog you with whips and put collars on your necks.
But now I never feel sure, after any half-holiday, that I shan't have to flog one of them next morning, for some foolish, thoughtless scrape.
He has already caught several of his own pupils, and gives them lines to learn, while he sends East and Tom, who are not his pupils, up to the Doctor, who, on learning that they had been at prayers in the morning, flogs them soundly.
The new bit was very painful, and I reared up suddenly, which angered him still more, and he began to flog me.
Till it weeps both night and day: And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool,
While if you stick to consciousness, even though the same result is attained, you can at least flog yourself at times, and that will, at any rate, liven you up.
"Damn ye," cried the Captain, pacing to and fro before them, "the vultures would not touch ye, ye villains!" At sunrise he summoned all hands; and separating those who had rebelled from those who had taken no part in the mutiny, he told the former that he had a good mind to flog them all round --thought, upon the whole, he would do so --he ought to --justice demanded it; but for the present, considering their timely surrender, he would let them go with a reprimand, which he accordingly administered in the vernacular.
On the evening of the day on which I had seen Miss Scatcherd flog her pupil, Burns, I wandered as usual among the forms and tables and laughing groups without a companion, yet not feeling lonely: when I passed the windows, I now and then lifted a blind, and looked out; it snowed fast, a drift was already forming against the lower panes; putting my ear close to the window, I could distinguish from the gleeful tumult within, the disconsolate moan of the wind outside.
"If the purse isn't found I'll flog you, I'll flog you all."
"But won't I flog 'em on to Squashmore, when I take the ribbons?" said the young Cantab.
"Pitch into 'em, Hodson," roared the baronet; "flog their little souls out, and bring 'em up to the house, the vagabonds; I'll commit 'em as sure as my name's Pitt." And presently we heard Mr.