"Does your mind agree with ours ?" He stared at me gloomily, his hands knotting into each other, and his lips moving oddly ere he found speech.
"Nay," he muttered at last, "you know little about such matters.

I tell you again that it was the Devil my eyes saw.

Twice have I looked upon him, and each time, in response to prayer, has the good Lord delivered His servant from the bondage of sin, the snares of the fowler.

Not by carnal weapons of the flesh are we bidden to overcome, but by spiritual wrestling; even as did he of old wrestle with the angel, are we to master the adversary of souls." "Madame possesses that also," and I pointed to the rosary at her white throat, "by which she is able to resist the contamination of evil." He sniffed disdainfully, his coarse red hair appearing to bristle all over his bullet head.
"'T is a foul device designed to rob men of the true power of prayer," he declared angrily.

"I say to you, it was the voice of prayer which caused that foul fiend to fly away to his own.