text: ' "'Very well ' said the youngster 'that's enough! Then every thing's at an end between us--clean at an end!' "'How you take on now! For whom else but for you have I accepted this pledge? For whom else have I so long endured--so long borne my father's upbraidings? Dost thou think that had I wished it I could not long since have wedded? And is it my fault that I am a Sunday's child? Is it not said that all Sunday's children are born to good-luck? If you hinder me from keeping my word with this miraculous being--and the luck that is decreed me is meanwhile scattered to all the four winds--you may settle it with the spirit and face his anger; for I wash my hands in innocency