The best way of putting Satan behind one is to run away from him.

Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

Yes, but, on the whole, it is safer to show him a clean pair of heels than to enter on an argument with him, hoping that he will be amenable to logic.
Herbert Courtland said his, "_Retro me_," in a whisper, half hoping, as the gentlewoman with the muffins for sale hoped, that he would escape notice.

For a few moments he ceased to think of himself.

He thought of that beautiful thing before him--she was tall, and her rosy white flesh was as a peach that has reached its one hour of ripeness--he thought of her and pitied her.
He had not the heart to put his arms about her, though he knew that to do so would be to give him all the happiness for which he longed.