And "before I would deny my God and his Evangel," these are George's own words, "I would rather kneel down here before your Majesty, and have my head struck off," hitting his hind-head, or neck, with the edge of his hand, by way of accompaniment; a strange radiance in the eyes of him, voice risen into musical alt: "Ehe Ich wolte meinen Gott und sein Evangelium verlaugnen, ehe wolte Ich hier vor Eurer Majestat niderknien, und mir den Kopf abhauen lassen."
“That picture!” he exclaimed. “What picture—Eurer Gnaden?” inquired the shopkeeper, bowing in the most elegant manner. “It hangs at your door—Joan of Arc, I wish to buy it.” “It is not for sale, Eurer Gnaden.” “Bah!” ejaculated Milor, “I must have it. I will cover it with guineas.” “It is impossible.”