Marjorie Bowen,
Black Magic — Chapter 2
(1922)
“ But Theirry moaned and whispered in his throat. "Look at me," commanded the Cardinal, "look at me well, you who betrayed me, am I not he who gilded a devil one August afternoon in a certain town in Flanders?"Theirry drew himself up and pressed his clenched hands to his temples. "Betrayed!" he shrieked. "It is I who am betrayed. I sought God, and have been delivered unto the Devil!"The thunder crashed so that his words were lost in the great noise of it, the blue and forked lightning darted between them. ”
