Even when he was abusing her, he taught her a few things she did not know as yet, which, to say the least was astonishing.

Then, little by little she acquired some singular habits.

One morning he noticed her rummaging in a paper bag and rubbing something on her face.

It was rice powder, which she plastered on her delicate satin-like skin with perverse taste.

He caught up the paper bag and rubbed it over her face violently enough to graze her skin and called her a miller's daughter.