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So I invited him to sup with us and went out to buy fried fish;

after which we sat down to eat; and presently my wife took a

piece of bread and a fid of fish and stuffed them into his mouth

and he choked; and, though I slapped him long and hard between

the shoulders, he died. Then I carried him off and contrived to

throw him into the house of this leach, the Jew; and the leach

contrived to throw him into the house of the Reeve; and the Reeve

contrived to throw him on the way of the Nazarene broker. This,

then, is my adventure which befell me but yesterday. Is not it

more wondrous than the story of the Hunchback?