Undo the fist of that gentlewoman. And then, how shall we make up for the many embarrassing laughs we had back in the day. Even if we beat her to pieces with a whip, pour molten lead on her head, it is still impossible to make her forget the memories of the days when she spread white powder on her face and rouge on her cheeks, wearing pure white linens and silks. This is because the worse we treat her, the more pleasant it feels.