When he had cursed the Trapper to his heart's content he turned on the harlot. He was rousedto curse her also. 'As for you, woman, with a great curse I curse you! I will promise you adestiny to all eternity. My curse shall come on you soon and sudden. You shall be without aroof for your commerce, for you shall not keep house with other girls in the tavern, but doyour business in places fouled by the vomit of the drunkard. Your hire will be potter's earth,your thievings will be flung into the hovel, you will sit at the cross-roads in the dust of thepotter's quarter, you will make your bed on the dunghill at night, and by day take your standin the wall's shadow. Brambles and thorns will tear your feet, the drunk and the dry will strikeyour cheek and your mouth will ache. Let you be stripped of your purple dyes, for I too oncein the wilderness with my wife had all the treasure I wished.'
There is some regret and imprecatory tone in his demise here. Kind of brings sense of self-alienation because it doesn't seem like he is someone who now belongs to either world (city or wild). Becoming party of civilization has brought it total cost, which is not always enlightening.