No excommunication, no punishment, can make my present suffering harder to bear, but if you harm the doctor, I shall curse the hour I invited you to cross my threshold." The monk looked at the other in surprise and answered in a more gentle tone: "You have always walked in your own way, Adam; but whither are you going now?
Has the Jew bewitched you, or what binds you to him, that you look, on his account, as if a thunderbolt had struck you?
No one shall have cause to curse the hour he invited Benedict to be his guest.

See your way clearly once more, and when you have come to your senses--why, we monks have two eyes, that we may be able to close one when occasion requires.

Have you any special cause for gratitude to Costa ?" "Many, Father, many!" cried the smith, his voice still trembling with only too well founded anxiety for his friend.

"Listen, and when you know what he has done for me, and are disposed to judge leniently, do not carry what reaches your ears here before the chapter no, Father--I beseech you--do not.

For if it should be I, by whom the doctor came to ruin, I--I...." The man's voice failed, and his chest heaved so violently with his gasping breath, that his stout leathern apron rose and fell.
"Be calm, Adam, be calm," said the monk, soothingly answering his companion's broken words.