All seemed sober enough. Hetouched his forehead. Hemade no attempt to seek cover, but turned back to his men. His own evil overwhelmed him and hisshrieks were barely coherent.
He looked round at hisDutch sergeant who stood attentively at his shoulder. He walked slowly down the squatting ranks, now and then seizing ahandful of hair and lifting the man's face to study it. In between times, he exercised them with the cutlass and the pike, andhe fought alongside them, stripped to the In the uncertain light of the torches he saw the Tabernacle in thehands of the two armed soldiers, screamed with horror at the sacrilegeand fell to his knees.
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