tried to catch my breath and understand what Roberval had done. Why was he kind one moment, cruel the next? Like a cat, he loved to play with me. His pleasure was to give and take away again, to reassure and then unsettle me. He praised me when I performed well, but he enjoyed my failings even more. When I was ruffled and unsure, he taunted me. When I was hurt, he pounced.
