Yet I must get in, so I rapped with my fingers, and then pounded with my fist on the door and shutters, but all in vain.

Finally Spittellorle--[A nickname; literally: "Hospital Loura."]--came out of the red house next mine, and I heard all.

The old woman had become idiotic, and was in the stocks.

Ulrich was at the point of death, and Doctor Costa had taken him home.

When I heard this, I felt the same as you did just now; anger seized upon me, and I was as much ashamed as if I were standing in the pillory.