Ernest Pérochon

“ Madeleine distrusted him, not because he was a Catholic, but because he looked at her with wicked, glittering eyes.
At twenty-seven, after fourteen years of farm labour, she had often enough, run against the inherent roughness of the male. She had always known how to defend herself laughingly. A little teasing didn't frighten her and, when necessary, she knew how to use her fists. But she did not know how to deal with these silent fellows with the bold eyes.
When Boiseriot had finished eating, he remained sitting at his place, watching her move about. ”

“ Wait till I tell the master!"
"You—pockfaced fiend!" he growled. "You aren't so touchy with other people!"
"Boiseriot, I don't hear you right!"
"Well, I can see right enough! You'll tell the master, eh? I wouldn't be surprised! I'll get the boot, that's a sure thing. You're already the boss in this house, but I'll go and tell everybody what I know."
"What will you tell, Boiseriot?"
"I'll tell them! And I'll sic the whole neighbourhood on you! And we'll come and raise the devil at your door while ..."
Madeleine bent over, listening to his shameless talk. ”