Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Mosses from an Old Manse/Egotism…
(1843)
“ A snake! A snake! The commonest thing in the world. A snake in the bosom--that's all," answered Roderick Elliston. "But how is your own breast?" continued he, looking the sculptor in the eye with the most acute and penetrating glance that it had ever been his fortune to encounter. "All pure and wholesome? No reptile there? By my faith and conscience, and by the devil within me, here is a wonder! A man without a serpent in his bosom!""Be calm, Elliston," whispered George Herkimer, laying his hand upon the shoulder of the snake-possessed. ”
