I am fresh from my Maker, soul and body unwrinkled.

On thy sick couch, old man, they took thee at advantage." "Turn from the blasphemer," cried Pani.

"Hence! thou evil one, to the perdition in store." "I will go my ways," said the boy, "but Oro will shape the end." And he quitted the Morai.
After conducting the party round the sacred inclosure, assisting his way with his staff, for his child had left him, Pani seated himself on a low, mossy stone, grimly surrounded by idols; and directed the pilgrims to return to his habitation; where, ere long he would rejoin them.
The pilgrims departed, he remained in profound meditation; while, backward and forward, an invisible ploughshare turned up the long furrows on his brow.
Long he was silent; then muttered to himself, "That boy, that wild, wise boy, has stabbed me to the heart.

His thoughts are my suspicions.
But he is honest.

Yet I harm none.