This piece of extravagance on the part of the monk exasperated me to such an extent that I felt a very strong inclination to thrash him.

In the presence of all the family I told him that he was an impostor, and the infamous destroyer of the poor child's honour; I challenged him to explain his reasons for refusing to give her absolution, but he closed my lips by answering very coolly that he could not betray the secrets of the confessional.

I could eat nothing, and was fully determined to leave the scoundrel.

As we left the house I was compelled to accept one paolo as the price of the mock mass he had said.

I had to fulfil the sorry duty of his treasurer.
The moment we were on the road, I told him that I was going to part company, because I was afraid of being sent as a felon to the galleys if I continued my journey with him.