Moreover, I think it likely that the evil which you call down will fall upon me, since Satan is always at hand to fulfil his own wishes.

But if so, my father, I am sure that this evil will recoil upon your own head, not only here, but hereafter.

There justice will be done to both of us, perhaps before very long, and also to your nephew, Hernan Pereira." Marais made no answer; his rage seemed to have spent itself.

He only sat himself again upon the disselboom of the wagon and went on cutting up the tobacco viciously, as though he were slicing the heart of a foe.
Even the Vrouw Prinsloo was silent and stared at him whilst she fanned herself with the vatdoek.

But Retief spoke.
"I wonder if you are mad, or only wicked, Henri Marais," he said.