The Two Apostles
screamed. "Teach him we will to snook about here."
Fear arming his courage, Satan shouted: "He who hurts me him shall I pitch headlong to the flames." The people's hands went to their sides, and Satan departed in peace.
"In my heart is my head," Towy said. "Near the Oven we are. Blow your noses of the stench. Young youths, herd blockheads Church over here."
Before the stalwarts started on their errand, the Overseer of the Waiting Chamber came to the door of the lane that takes you into the Judgment Hall, wherefore the Dissenters wept, howled, and whooped.
"Ready am I, God bach," Towy exclaimed, stretching his hairy arms. "Take me."
"Patiently I waited for the last Trump and humbly do I now wait for the Crown from your fingers," said Ben Lloyd. "My
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