Some of them related their intimacy with the Devil, declared they had signed his little red book, been present at his sacraments, and rode with him on sticks through the air to attend his diabolical meetings.

I lit my pipe and had a ponder about it, but reached no definite conclusion.

The barman vaulted over the bar and hauled him off and went boof! – right in the Boer's chest, and down he went. As he settled on the floor we ran upstairs.

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