'Go up to Ramoth Gilead, and prosper, young fool! What evil spirit sent you here to feed the noble patriarch's only weakness ?' 'What do you mean ?' asked Philammon, as fiercely as he dare.
'The fancy that preachings, and protestations, and martyrdoms can drive out the Canaanites, who can only be got rid of with the sword of the Lord and of Gideon.

His uncle Theophilus knew that well enough.

If he had not, Olympiodorus might have been master of Alexandria, and incense burning before Serapis to this day.

Ay, go, and let her convert you! Touch the accursed thing, like Achan, and see if you do not end by having it in your tent.

Keep company with the daughters of Midian, and see if you do not join yourself to Baal poor, and eat the offerings of the dead!' And with this encouraging sentence, the two parted for the night..