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So wrote Thomas Carlyle of the preacher. "Could we but find the point again take the old spectacles off his nose, and looking up discover, almost in contact with him, what the real Satanas, the soul-devouring, world-devouring devils are." I have tried, however imperfectly, yet faithfully, to talk to you about three of these "soul-devouring, world-devouring devils."
D'Artagnan knelt as well as the rest, received his share of the benediction and made the sign of the cross; but when Bazin passed in his turn, with his eyes raised to Heaven and walking, in all humility, the very last, D'Artagnan pulled him by the hem of his robe. Bazin looked down and started, as if he had seen a serpent. "Monsieur d'Artagnan!" he cried; "Vade retro Satanas!"
In the adobe corral he stood with his riata coiled in his hand and Dade's spurs upon his heels, and waited until Solano, with a fling of heels into the air, rushed in from the pen where the big bull had waited until he was let out to fight the grizzly. "Bareback he says he will ride that son of Satanas!" jeered a wine-roughened voice. "Boaster that he is, look you how he stands!
He immediately thrust the idea from his mind with a mental "vade retro Satanas!" and determined that things were very agreeable in their present state, and might go on for ever; that if Mrs. Goddard was unhappy that did not prevent her from talking very pleasantly whenever he saw her, which was nearly every day, and that her griefs were emphatically none of his business.
"Thou didst fail to come; I fret, I fume, and Satanas whispered mockingly in my ear 'The charming lotus-flower makes fun of thee, thou old fool!" "Camille Selden" made the mistake of her life when she imagined that Heine loved her, and did not love that somewhat stout and High-coloured Mme. Heine who had such bad taste in lace and literature.
This man felt himself supported by so strong a hand that nothing could affright him for no thought of Heaven ever visited him. "What think you, my fathers?" said he, making a sign to the monks. "That the demon seeks to save his friend. Obmutesce, Satanas!" cried Father Lactantius, in a terrible voice, affecting to exorcise the Superior.
“Away, false pilgrim,” she cried. “Silence, foul blasphemer! Retro me, Satanas.” She crossed herself again and again, saying Pater Noster. The nuns screamed and trembled with terror. A little cloud of blue smoke arose from where the minstrel had stood. There was a little tongue of flame, and he had disappeared. It was almost dark in the hall. A few sobs broke the silence.
At each touch of the artist, this mummy-like and unearthly visage was brought out into sharper and more disgusting relief, when Contarini, no longer able to control his indignation, dashed the charcoal from his pupil's hand. "Apage, Satanas!" he shouted, "thy talent hath a devil in it. I see his very hoof-print in that horrible design."
"Sounds like the same man," Mike admitted, grinning. "As evil-looking as Satanas himself?" "That's Sir Gay, all right. Half the girls were scared of him, and I think all the boys were. He's about three years older than I am, I guess." "Why call him Sir Gay?" Mike asked. "Just because of his name?" "Partly. And partly because he was always such a gentleman. A real nice guy, if you know what I mean.
Pithecia Satanas, beard of; resemblance of, to a negro. Pits, suborbital, of Ruminants. Pittidae, nidification of. Placentata. Plagiostomous fishes. Plain-wanderer, Australian. Planariae, bright colours of some. Plantain-eaters, colours and nidification of the; both sexes of, equally brilliant.
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