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"Here is the flower of them all: "'These priests, in their baseness, often go so far as to celebrate the mass with great hosts which then they cut through the middle and afterwards glue to a parchment, similarly cloven, and use abominably to satisfy their passions.'" "Holy pussy on all fours xxx sodomy, in other words?" "Exactly." At this moment the bell, set in motion in the tower, boomed pussy on all fours xxx out. The chamber in which Durtal and Des Hermies were sitting trembled and a droning filled the air. It seemed that waves of sound came out of the walls, unrolling in a spiral from the very rock, and that one was transported, in a dream, into the inside of one of these shells which, when held up to the ear, simulate the roar of rolling billows. Des Hermies, accustomed to the mighty resonance of the bells at short range, thought only of the coffee, which he had put on the stove to keep hot.

The window panes, the glass of the bookcase, the tumblers on the table, ceased to rattle and gave off only a tenuous tinkling. "Cristi, boys, it blows!" He shook himself, threw his heavy outer garments on a chair, and extinguished his lantern.

"There were blinding clouds of snow whirling in between the sounding-shutters. But you haven't drunk your coffee?" he asked as he saw Durtal filling the glasses. Carhaix went up to the stove and poked the fire, then dried his eyes, which the bitter cold had filled with tears, and drank a great draught of coffee. How far had you got with your lecture, Des Hermies?" "I finished the rapid expose of Satanism, but I haven't yet spoken of the genuine monster, the only real master that exists at the present time, that pussy on all fours xxx defrocked abbe--" "Oh!" exclaimed Carhaix. Canon Docre--to utter his ineffable name--can do nothing to us. I confess I cannot understand why he should inspire any terror.

I should like for Durtal, before we hunt up the canon, to see your friend Gevingey, who seems to be best and most intimately acquainted with him. A conversation with Gevingey would considerably amplify my contributions to the study of Satanism, especially as regards venefices and succubacy.

Would you mind if we invited him here to dine?" Carhaix scratched his head, then emptied the ashes of his pipe on his thumbnail. "Well, you see, the fact is, we have had a slight disagreement." "What about?" "Oh, nothing very serious. But pour yourself some liqueur, Monsieur Durtal, and you, Des Hermies, why, you aren't drinking at all," and while, lighting their cigarettes, both sipped a few drops of almost proof cognac, Carhaix resumed, "Gevingey, who, though an astrologer, is a good Christian and an honest man--whom, indeed, I should be glad to see again--wished to consult my bells. Bells formerly played quite an important part in the forbidden science. The art of predicting the future with their sounds is one of the least known and most disused branches of the occult. Gevingey had dug up some documents, and wished to verify them in the tower." "Why, what did he do?" "How do I know? He stood under the bell, at the risk of breaking his bones--a man of his age on the scaffolding there! He was halfway into the bell, the bell like a great hat, you see, coming clear down over his hips. And he soliloquized aloud and listened to the repercussions of his voice making the bronze vibrate. "He spoke to me also of the interpretation of dreams about bells. According to him, whoever, in his sleep, pussy on all fours xxx sees bells swinging, is menaced by an accident; if the bell chimes, it is presage of slander; if it falls, ataxia is certain; if it breaks, it is assurance of afflictions and miseries. Finally he added, I believe, that if the night birds fly around a bell by moonlight one may be sure that sacrilegious robbery will be committed in the church, or that the curate's life is in danger. "Be all that as it may, this business of touching the bells, getting up into them--and you know they're consecrated--of attributing to them the gift of prophecy, of involving them in the interpretation of dream--an art formally forbidden in Leviticus--displeased me, and I demanded, somewhat rudely, that he desist." "But you did not quarrel?" "No, and I confess I regret having been so hasty." "Well then, I will arrange it.

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