their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death." Rev.
xii. II.

"Do you think you could bear being put into a Hippocrates' Sleeve?"

"I am not called on to think what I could bear: only to bear what is put
on me."

"Your father, every word! As the old cock crows, so does the young one.
But after all, 'tis a fearful thing to lie at the mercy of those that
can devise and carry out such tortures."

"It is written, 'I say unto you, my friends, Be not afraid of them that
kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do; but I will
forewarn you whom ye shall fear. Fear Him which after He hath killed,
hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, fear Him.'"

"You seem to have all the texts on this particular head at the tips of
your fingers. Did you learn them for this particular purpose?"

"My dear mother used to repeat to me a text every night, and expect me
to repeat it to her the next day."

"An excellent plan," said La Croissette, whipping his horse. And he
hummed a tune.

When we reached Montauban, he said,

"I must now begin my old tricks, to earn a little money;" and he drew
up in the market-place. But the people had been as heavily visited as