"What! plundering my sweetmeats ?" he cried.

"Come down, sirrah, come down! no pardon for you now." He pulled Jasmin from his chair and table, and the empty jar fell broken at his feet.

"Get out, get out of this house, thou imp of hell!" And taking Jasmin by the scruff of the neck, he thrust him violently out of the door and into the street.
But worse was yet to come.

When the expelled scholar reached the street, his face and mouth were smeared with jam.

He was like a blackamoor.