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"Do you conceive that I am to be fooled by tales of fights with Satan in the night and the marks of the fiend's claws upon your body? Is this your sense of piety, to add to the other foul impostures of this place by allowing such a story to run the breadth of the country-side?" "Foul impostures?" I echoed, aghast. "Fra Gervasio, your words are sacrilege."
Now, though the devil, our spiritual enemy, fight against man in both, yet this difference hath the common temptation from the persecution: Temptation is, as it were, the fiend's snare, and persecution his plain open fight. And therefore will I now call all this kind of tribulation here by the name of temptation, and that shall I divide into two parts.
And at the same moment came a boyish yelp from somewhere, followed by the smart slap of a door shutting. I wished it had been a smart slap of my hand on the Tyndal boy's ear, for of course the boot-changing was that little fiend's work, I guessed in a second. So did Sir Lionel, and we both laughed at ourselves, at each other, and everything.
Luckily, before he thrust, he got a glimpse of his assailant. "Leif, the son of Eric!" he cried, dropping his weapon. "Welcome! Hail to you!" The warrior's frown relaxed into a grim smile, as he yielded his hand to his young follower's hearty grip. "Is it possible that you are sober after all? What in the Fiend's name do you here, asleep by the road in company with a thrall and a purple cloak?"
And all with their eyes and ears and mouths agape with amazement and inquiry. "In the fiend's name, what's the matter? What the d l's broke loose? Is the house on fire again?" vociferated the commodore, seeing that no one else spoke; "what's all this about, Nace Grimshaw?" "Ask your pretty niece, sir!" said the professor, sternly, turning away. "Oh, it's you, is it, you little termagant you?
The strains of sacred music which he hears, and the recollections of his mother, restrain him. In desperation Bertram announces himself as his fiend-father. He is about to yield, when Alice appears and reads to him his mother's warning against the fiend's temptation. As he still hesitates, the clock strikes, and the spell is over.
By heaven! if you stand there I shall bury my hands in your foul, craven throat." "Take care, Monsieur," was all M. Riel said, as he left Scott's presence. But his eye burned like a fiend's. The agitator, with a spirit of the most devilish rage consuming him, nevertheless went on to forward the general movement.
What was worse, the train got going one hundred and fifty miles an hour, and pulling the connecting rope, it broke, and the cars got off the track, and leaped on again, and the stove changed places with the wood box, and things seemed going to terrible split and unmitigated smash. The cities flew past. The brakes were powerless. The whistle grew into a fiend's shriek.
"I was scoring in the pavilion that day." "I may have jestingly. I really don't pretend to remember every remark I let fall among small boys; and full well I know the Beetle has no feelings to be hurt." "May be; but he, or they it comes to to same thing have the fiend's own knack of discovering a man's weak place. I confess I rather go out of my way to conciliate Number Five study.
But the rest of your sentence is wrong; I don't trifle with you." "What in the fiend's name do you mean?" "Nothing in the name of any absent friend of ours. I mean simply that you may go to Mexico!" "And my business " " Can be done just as well, perhaps better, without you.
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