whatever they had broken. And he in his imbecile condition lent

himself to this sort of sport, for he was possessed by vaguely

remembered stories of saints who were devoured by vermin and in turn

devoured their own excrements. When once she had him fast in her

room and the doors were shut, she treated herself to a man's infamy.

At first they joked together, and she would deal him light blows and

impose quaint tasks on him, making him lisp like a child and repeat

"Say as I do: 'tonfound it! Ickle man damn vell don't tare about