William H. Holcombe, In Both Worlds
“ Magistus stood contemplating me for several minutes with folded arms and the old diabolical sneer on his face. Ethopus stepped behind him with downcast eyes. “Now,” he said, slowly, “for the greatest, sweetest revenge which any man in this world has ever enjoyed. “You have been the bane, the curse, the evil genius of my life. I have always hated you; I know not why, but that it so pleased me. If you had perished in the desert as I designed, all would have been well. Simon would have procured the body of Mary, and we should have been gods in power and glory and pleasure. ”
