Sir Hall Caine,
The Christian: A Story
“ You have sold your birthright for a mess of pottage, therefore you are the prostitute!” “You're not yourself, sir; leave me,” and, crossing the room, the canon touched the bell. “Yes, ten thousand times more the prostitute than that poor fallen girl with her taint of blood and will! There would be no such women as she is to fall victims to evil companionship if there were no such men as you are to excuse their betrayers and to side with them. ”
