He has been violent.

He has broken poor Rinolfo's leg." "Ah!" said Gervasio, and turned to me frowning with full tutorial sternness.

"And what have you to say, Agostino ?" "Why, that I am sorry," answered I, rebellious once more.

"I had hoped to break his dirty neck." "You hear him!" cried my mother.

"It is the end of the world, Gervasio.
The boy is possessed, I say." "What was the cause of your quarrel ?" quoth the friar, his manner still more stern.
"Quarrel ?" quoth I, throwing back my head and snorting audibly.