“Connection with a man?” said the other, “What is that?”
“That is to say,” continued the doctor, “that you must mount on the top of her, and speedily ram her three or four times, or more if you can; for, if not, the great heat which is consuming her will not be put out.”
“Ah! will that be good for her?”
“There is no chance of her living,” said the doctor, “if you do not do it, and quickly too.”
“By St. John,” said the other, “I will try what I can do.”
With that he went home and found his wife, who was groaning and lamenting loudly.
“How are you, my dear?” said he.
“I am dying, my dear,” she replied.
“You shall not die, please God,” said he. “I have seen the doctor, who has told me what medicine will cure you,” and as he spoke, he undressed himself, and lay down by his wife, and began to execute the orders he had received from the doctor.
“What are you doing?” said she. “Do you want to kill me?”