head, pare his finger-nails, take drops of blood from his wrist, and spittle from his mouth. Laughing, he
left her, and went home, and slept. When he awakened, it was early evening, and all that he remembered
was that he had drunk wine with the girl, but that was all.
"Something told him to go to church. He went to church. And as he knelt, praying, suddenly he did
remember more-remembered that the girl had taken his hair, his nail parings, his spittle and his blood.
And he felt a great necessity to go to this girl and to see what she was doing with his hair, his nail parings,
his spittle, his blood. It was as though he said, the Saint before whom he knelt was commanding him to
do this.
"So he stole to the hut of the girl, slipping through the wood, creeping up to her window. He looked in.
She sat at the hearth, kneading dough as though for bread. He was ashamed that he had crept so with