I do not believe that there could be found under heaven another man like this exon.

He stole my linen, my clothes, my boots, and I was sometimes obliged to stay in bed eight or ten days for lack of anything to put on.

I could not believe that I was subjected to such treatment without orders from some superior, and without some mad notion of making me die of vexation.

I fortified myself against that notion, and I resolved at any rate not to die that kind of death.

At last I got him into the habit of not tormenting me any more, by dint of letting him see that I did not torment myself at all.