'Don't be frightened,' I said; 'I won't touch you. I hate you too much.'
Then I turned to the crucifix, and lifted my hands.
'Oh, God! I pray you, let this woman be treated as she has treated me.'
And to her,'I hope to God you are as unhappy as I am. And I hope the
unhappiness will come soon--you harlot!'
I left her, and in my rage slammed the door, so that the lock shattered
behind me.