Raking, raking, his amorous thoughts br underneath his chaste robe of black, br happy, his hand gloved, br one day as he went along, fearsomely sweet, br yellow, dribbling piety from his toothless mouth, br One day as he went along, br 'Let us Pray', - a Wicked One seized him br roughly by his saintly ear and br snapped frightful words at him, br tearing off the chaste robe of black br wrapped about his moist skin. br br Punishment! - His clothes were unbuttoned; br and, the long chaplet of pardoned br sins being told in his heart, br St Tartufe was so pale!..