“Death befriends those who wear that sign in truth; this is my comfort standing now at the rim of earth’s last night.”
“Thy bright red blood and unwrinkled brow bespeak youth, the power to enjoy life. Youth and such power is ever a prayer for more time; thou liest to thyself and me by professing to seek thy end.”
“How wonderful! The ‘Angel of Death’ is a soul-reader as well as a murderer!” bitterly rejoined Sir Charleroy.
“Well, then, refute me! Here’s thy greasy, blood-stained sword; now go, by thine own hands, if thou darest, to judgment.”
“Trusting God, I may defy thee; yet not hurry Him!”
“I like the Christian’s metal. I might let him live.”
“Life would be a mean gift now; a painful departure from the threshold of Paradise, to renew weary pilgrimages.”
“I may be merciful.”
“I do not believe it.”
“Thou shalt.”