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'Hullo! what are you doing? Givebehind ave him the bridle He leaped on to Electricthe , reared on her haunches, and leaped ten feet awaybut my father soon subdued her; he drove the spurs into her sides, and gave her a blow on the neck with his fist 'Ah, I've no whip,' he muttered

I remembered the swish and fall of the whip, heard so short a time before, and shuddered

'Where did you put it?' I asked my father, after a brief pause

My father alloped on ahead I overtook hi for h his teeth

'A little Where did you drop your whip?' I asked again

My father glanced quickly at me 'I didn't drop it,' he replied; 'I threw it away' He sank into thought, and dropped his headand then, for the first, and almost for the last time, I sa much tenderness and pity his stern features were capable of expressing

He galloped on again, and this tiot home a quarter-of-an-hour after hiht before un to make their appearance; 'that's passion! To think of not revolting, of bearing a blow from any one whatevereven the dearest hand! But it seeined '

I had grownthe last s, strucksined sohtenedface, which one strives in vain to e and fearful dreaht I drea with a whip in his hand, staer; in the corner crouched Zinaïda, and not on her arm, but on her forehead, was a stripe of redwhile behind them both towered Byelovzorov, covered with blood; he opened his white lips, and wrathfully threatened my father

Two months later, I entered the university; and within six , where he had just moved with my mother and me A few days before his death he received a letter froitation He went tosome favour of her: and, I was told, he positively shed tears--he,of the day when he was stricken down, he had begun a letter to me in French 'My son,' he wrote to me, 'fear the love of woman; fear that bliss, that poison' After his death, my mother sent a considerable sum of money to Moscow