But in place of making her love me, it only made her angry with me.

She felt more like running after me to retaliate on me for thus abusing her, than she felt like loving me.

After I found there was no virtue in the bone of a frog, I thought I would try some other way to carry out my object.

I then sought another counsellor among the old superstitious influential slaves; one who professed to be a great friend of mine, told me to get a lock of hair from the head of any girl, and wear it in my shoes: this would cause her to love me above all other persons.

As there was another girl whose affections I was anxious to gain, but could not succeed, I thought, without trying the experiment of this hair.