Today you stab me with your ill-omened tongue.

Be fearful lest I silence it for ever." "I am not in the least fearful, Oro, since I am sure that you can't hurt me at all any more than I could hurt you last night because, you see, it wasn't permitted.

When the time comes for me to die, I shall go, but you will have nothing to do with that.

To tell the truth, I am very sorry for you, as with all your greatness, your soul is of the earth, earthy, also sensual and devilish, as the Apostle said, and, I am afraid, very malignant, and you will have a great deal to answer for shortly.

Yours won't be a happy deathbed, Oro, because, you see, you glory in your sins and don't know what repentance means." I must add that when I heard these words I was filled with the most unbounded admiration for Bastin's fearless courage which enabled him thus to beard this super-tyrant in his den.