My possession was feigned, my words were dictated; remorse overwhelms me." "Bravo!" cried the spectators, clapping their hands.

The judges arose; the archers, in doubt, looked at the president; he shook in every limb, but did not change countenance.
"Let all be silent," he said, in a sharp voice; "archers, do your duty." 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.
Never did fire applied to gunpowder produce an effect more instantaneous than did these two words.

Jeanne de Belfiel started up in all the beauty of twenty, which her awful nudity served to augment; she seemed a soul escaped from hell appearing to, her seducer.

With her dark eyes she cast fierce glances upon the monks; Lactantius lowered his beneath that look.
She took two steps toward him with her bare feet, beneath which the scaffolding rung, so energetic was her movement; the taper seemed, in her hand, the sword of the avenging angel.
"Silence, impostor!" she cried, with warmth; "the demon who possessed me was yourself.