There is
no hotter hell than thine! Do thy work. I must bear all,"--and Jaspar
felt that he was sold to the fiend before him.
"My dear sir, do not distress yourself," replied the attorney, resuming
his supercilious manner, which he had laid aside in the moment of peril.
"I offer you the means of safety. You will escape all the dangers that
lower over you by my plan, which, I am glad to see, you perfectly
understand."
"And lose the price for which I sold my soul? Even Judas had his forty
pieces of silver--the more fool he, to throw them away! I could not do
this thing, if I would. My soul is bound to my money."
"Pshaw! do not let avarice be your besetting sin. It is a vice too mean
for your noble nature."
Jaspar tried to sneer again, but the muscles refused to perform their
office. He stood like a convicted demon before his sulphurous master.
"It must be done," said De Guy; "there is no other way."
Jaspar heard the words, and struggled to avoid the conclusion towards
which they pointed. The demon bade him yield, and the command was
imperative.
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