Caliphronas made a dart at Crispin with uplifted hand, but Maurice sprang up and caught him in his arms, where he writhed like an eel.
“Traitor!” he hissed in Greek; “traitor!”
CHAPTER XIV.
THE DEVIL’S PHILOSOPHY.
Why should I call mankind my brothers,
Or live but for the good of others?
’Twould bring me neither pain nor pleasure,
Nor give me comfort, joy, or treasure.
Myself by Nature’s law I cherish;
If I am saved, let others perish;
For if ill luck Dame Fortune gave me,