dish joy, he asked me, "If I should not like to suck such a delightful sweetmeat?" Then seeing my look of intense disgust, he burst into a rage, saying, "Oh! So you mean to insult me as you did the Lady Superior of the Ursulines, do you, Lucille? You may think I am disgusting and nasty, or I smell strong as she did, and I may tell you, to make you relish it still more, that scarcely an hour ago it was up the strong smelling cunt of that very same lady, and I was careful not to wash, so that you might have the full benefit of the delicious aroma of her spendings."
Speechless with disgust, and helpless in every way, it was useless for me to appeal for mercy or consideration from two such heartless beings; the only thing I could do was to close my eyes to the awful sight.
But only for a moment, a tremendous whack from Father Anthony, who had taken up the scourge, made me shriek out again, "Ah! Ah! Oh! Will you never finish me off, and kill me in mercy?" The only answer I had was a
