He approached at the back of one of the most deeply engaged of
the Devil's Row children.
Flask, I take that Fedallah to be the devil in disguise.
Doesn't the devil live for ever; who ever heard that the devil was dead?
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.
In this trouble and perplexity he came to where Don Quixote lay in a far sorrier plight than he liked, and having helped him to mount Rocinante, he said to him, "Senor, the devil has carried off my Dapple."
While in the devil devil houses the devil devil doctors set to work curing the many heads over slow smudges; for, along with the boat's crew there were a round dozen of No-ola return boys and several Malu boys which Van Horn had not yet delivered.
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.
Downright English am I, Sir Knight, and downright English was my patron St Dunstan, and scorned oc and oui, as he would have scorned the parings of
the devil's hoof downright English alone shall be sung in this cell.''
And the lady, to give
the devil his due, is a very good sort of lady, and loves the cloth, and is always desirous to do strict justice to it; for she hath begged off many a poor soldier, and, by her good-will, would never have any of them punished.
Then he talked to all the boys very seriously about cruelty, and said how hard-hearted and cowardly it was to hurt the weak and the helpless; but what stuck in my mind was this, he said that cruelty was
the devil's own trade-mark, and if we saw any one who took pleasure in cruelty we might know who he belonged to, for
the devil was a murderer from the beginning, and a tormentor to the end.
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.
"Where
the devil have the leg bands been shoved to?" said an orderly, running behind the cart and fumbling in the back of it.