What more is there to say? By the end of the month, the clerk Jankyn married me.
I gave him all the property I had inherited, although I afterward repented of that.
Jankyn would never let me have my way. One time, he struck me so hard on my ear because I ripped a leaf out of his book, that I became deaf in that ear.
I was as stubborn as a lioness, and quite the talker.
I would walk from house to house socializing, as I always did before.
Because of this, Jankyn often preached to me from old Roman stories, telling me, for example, how a man named Simplicius Gallus left his wife just because he saw her looking out the door with her head uncovered.