“Ah! you make me tremble deliciously.”
“Then,” continued the king, in a trembling voice, “then a voice sounded through the room, with a doleful vibration.”
“The voice of the crocodile! I have read in Marco Polo, that the crocodile has a voice like the crying of children; but be easy, my son, for if it comes, we will kill it.”
“‘Listen! miserable sinner,’ said the voice——”
“Oh! it spoke; then it was not a crocodile.”
“‘Miserable sinner,’ said the voice, ‘I am the angel of God.’”
“The angel of God!”
“Ah! Chicot, it was a frightful voice.”
“Was it like the sound of a trumpet?”
“‘Are you there?’ continued the voice, ‘do you hear, hardened sinner; are you determined to persevere in your iniquities?’”