She could not understand what he said; but he was in earnest.

He shook the chair by the back rail till it made quite a little dust on the mud floor.
When they rose from their knees Bonaparte solemnly seated himself in the chair and opened the Bible.

He blew his nose, pulled up his shirt collar, smoothed the leaves, stroked down his capacious waistcoat, blew his nose again, looked solemnly round the room, then began.
"All liars shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone, which is the second death." Having read this portion of Scripture, Bonaparte paused impressively, and looked all round the room.
"I shall not, my dear friends," he said, "long detain you.

Much of our precious time has already fled blissfully from us in the voice of thanksgiving and the tongue of praise.

A few, a very few words are all I shall address to you, and may they be as a rod of iron dividing the bones from the marrow, and the marrow from the bones.
"In the first place: What is a liar ?" The question was put so pointedly, and followed by a pause so profound, that even the Hottentot man left off looking at his boots and opened his eyes, though he understood not a word.
"I repeat," said Bonaparte, "what is a liar ?" The sensation was intense; the attention of the audience was riveted.
"Have you any of you ever seen a liar, my dear friends ?" There was a still longer pause.