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"
Men
defile
us
and
kill
us
while
loving
us
,
We
hang
to
the
earth
by
a
thread
;
This
thread
is
our
root
,
that
is
to
say
,
our
life
,
But
we
raise
on
high
our
arms
towards
heaven
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
accursed
sorcerer
!
you
are
making
game
of
me
,
I
believe
,
"
roared
Gryphus
.
Cornelius
continued
:
--
"
For
heaven
is
our
home
,
Our
true
home
,
as
from
thence
comes
our
soul
,
As
thither
our
soul
returns
,
--
Our
soul
,
that
is
to
say
,
our
perfume
.
"
Gryphus
went
up
to
the
prisoner
and
said
,
--
"
But
you
do
n't
see
that
I
have
taken
means
to
get
you
under
,
and
to
force
you
to
confess
your
crimes
.
"
"
Are
you
mad
,
my
dear
Master
Gryphus
?
"
asked
Cornelius
.
And
,
as
he
now
for
the
first
time
observed
the
frenzied
features
,
the
flashing
eyes
,
and
foaming
mouth
of
the
old
jailer
,
he
said
,
--
"
Bless
the
man
,
he
is
more
than
mad
,
he
is
furious
.
"
