There it was, you see--we couldn't tell what Satan didn't want told; he had said so himself.
"Boys, did you do this ?" It made us laugh.

And it made him laugh, too, as soon as he thought what a foolish question it was.
"Who has been here ?" Our mouths came open to answer, but stood so for a moment, because we couldn't say "Nobody," for it wouldn't be true, and the right word didn't seem to come; then I thought of the right one, and said it: "Not a human being." "That is so," said the others, and let their mouths go shut.
"It is not so," said Father Peter, and looked at us very severely.
"I came by here a while ago, and there was no one here, but that is nothing; some one has been here since.

I don't mean to say that the person didn't pass here before you came, and I don't mean to say you saw him, but some one did pass, that I know.

On your honor--you saw no one ?" "Not a human being." "That is sufficient; I know you are telling me the truth." He began to count the money on the path, we on our knees eagerly helping to stack it in little piles.
"It's eleven hundred ducats odd!" he said.

"Oh dear! if it were only mine--and I need it so!" and his voice broke and his lips quivered.
"It is yours, sir!" we all cried out at once, "every heller!" "No--it isn't mine.