Howls of renewed wrath went up from Devil's Row throats.
On the ground, children from Devil's Row closed in on their antagonist.
Doesn't the devil
live for ever; who ever heard that the devil
"When I've built that there reservoir on Devil
's Spur, and bring the water over the ridge from Union Ditch, there'll be enough to spare for that."
To which the devil
, stopping the cart, answered quietly, "Senor, we are players of Angulo el Malo's company; we have been acting the play of 'The Cortes of Death' this morning, which is the octave of Corpus Christi, in a village behind that hill, and we have to act it this afternoon in that village which you can see from this; and as it is so near, and to save the trouble of undressing and dressing again, we go in the costumes in which we perform.
--Like a new strange mummery in which mine evil spirit, the melancholy devil
, delighteth:--I love Zarathustra, so doth it often seem to me, for the sake of mine evil spirit.--
Agno, chief of the devil devil
doctors, had stumbled across him on the beach, and, despite the protestations of the boy who claimed him as personal trove, had ordered him to the canoe house.
Long flourish the sandal, the cord, and the cope, The dread of the devil
and trust of the Pope; For to gather life's roses, unscathed by the briar, Is granted alone to the Barefooted Friar.
"Your sailors began to haze the poor devil
as soon as he came aboard."
We met with the strangest man there."--"I'll be hanged," cries the landlord, "if it was not the Man of the Hill, as they call him; if indeed he be a man; but I know several people who believe it is the devil
that lives there."--"Nay, nay, like enough," says Partridge; "and now you put me in the head of it, I verily and sincerely believe it was the devil
, though I could not perceive his cloven foot: but perhaps he might have the power given him to hide that, since evil spirits can appear in what shapes they please."--"And pray, sir," says the serjeant, "no offence, I hope; but pray what sort of a gentleman is the devil
I know the villain's out of service, and so hungry, that I know he would give his soul to the devil
for a shoulder of mutton, though it were blood-raw.
"Tell these devils
, these fiends, to let me pass!" shouted Denisov evidently in a fit of rage, his coal-black eyes with their bloodshot whites glittering and rolling as he waved his sheathed saber in a small bare hand as red as his face.