“Not true!”
“And enemies of the human race.”
“Not true!”
“And poisoners of water.”
“Not true!”
“And murderers of children.”
“Not true!”
“How?” inquired Vestinius, with astonishment. “Thou hast said so thyself, and given them into the hands of Tigellinus.”
“Therefore night has surrounded me, and death is coming toward me. At times it seems to me that I am dead already, and ye also.”
“No! it is they who are dying; we are alive. But tell me, what do they see when they are dying?”