his she treated herself to a general massacre, rapping each

successive object and proving clearly that not one was solid in that

she had broken them all. There was a lurid glow in her vacant eyes,

and her lips, slightly drawn back, displayed her white teeth. Soon,

when everything was in fragments, she laughed cheerily again and

with flushed cheeks beat on the table with the flat of her hands,

lisping like a naughty little girl:

"All over! Got no more! Got no more!"