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Before dark, she knew what she would do, and after the old mother was asleep, she rose softly and slipped out the door without awakening even old Jack, and went to the barn, where she got the sheep-bell that old Beelzebub used to wear and with the clapper caught in one hand, to keep the bell from tinkling, she went swiftly down the road toward Hurricane Gap.
And the dear old world Beelzebub bless it! for it is his own child, sure enough; there is no mistaking the likeness, it has all his funny little ways gathers round, applauding and laughing at the lie, and sharing in the cheat, and gloating over the thought of the blow that it knows must sooner or later fall on us from the Thor-like hammer of Truth.
I doubt not the sight was startling to the fellow, terrorized by the underground gloom, and he gave utterance to one gruff cry: "'T is Beelzebub!" The sleeping priest leaped to his feet, glaring about in bewilderment.
There are no great names in his vocabulary only nicknames: George III. is 'Old Nobs, the Regent 'Prinney, Wellington 'the Beau, Lord John Russell 'Pie and Thimble, Brougham, with whom he was on friendly terms, is sometimes 'Bruffam, sometimes 'Beelzebub, and sometimes 'Old Wickedshifts'; and Lord Durham, who once remarked that one could 'jog along on £40,000 a year, is 'King Jog. The latter was one of the great Whig potentates, and it was characteristic of Creevey that his scurrility should have been poured out with a special gusto over his own leaders.
"Old Scratch breeches," re-echoed the Countess "no, dat shall not do." "Beelzebub?" rejoined Mr. Jorrocks. "Beelzebub breeches," repeated the Countess "nor dat." "Satan, then?" said Mr. Jorrocks. "Oh oui!" responded the Countess with delight, "satan! black satan breeches you shall von pair of black satan breeches, like the Colonel."
Ay, ye're reet tul a trippet, thar; for Beelzebub dar'n't show his snout inside the church, not the length o' the black o' my nail." While this discussion was going on, the gentlefolk who were talking the matter over in the centre of the yard had dispatched a message for the coroner all the way to the town of Hextan.
He bent down his head so that his lips almost touched Beelzebub, and really appeared to be whispering something to him; which the cat in his turn imparted to Miraut, in that mysterious language of animals which Democritus, claimed that he understood, but which we are not able to translate.
He looked up at her approach and grinned. "Well, Beelzebub," she said through her white lips, "have you seen Mr. Curtis?" "Yes, missis." Beelzebub rolled his eyes intelligently. He seemed unaware of the tragedy in the English girl's drawn face. "And the white man?" she said. "Mr. Curtis think the white man die soon," said Beelzebub. "Ah!" She pressed her hand tightly against her heart.
I remember when I was a little boy," he continued, pensively, "hearing the parson read about some handwriting on the wall, that frightened Beelzebub himself; but I tell you this handwriting on the wall used me up a good deal more than that other. Still what followed was worse." Clark paused for a little while, and then, taking a long breath, went on.
My answer was, "Gentlemen, Beelzebub is my best and most intimate friend; he brings me everything I want, supplies me with light: we play whole nights at piquet, and, guard me as you please, he will finally deliver me out of your power." Some were astonished, others laughed.
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