Next, once more it trumpeted triumphantly, and without attempting to harm my wife or anybody else, walked quietly past the broken cart and continued its journey, until outside the town it was made fast and shot." "What an awful story!" I said with a gasp.
"Yes, but there is worse to follow.

My poor wife went off her head, with the shock I suppose, for no physical injury could be found upon her.

She did not suffer in health or become violent, quite the reverse indeed for her gentleness increased.

She just went off her head.

For hours at a time she would sit silent and smiling, playing with the stones of that red necklace which those conjurers gave her, or rather counting them, as a nun might do with the beads of her rosary.