these friends God's gifts now, although they could not take them with them into the world to come. He cried, entreated, wept, implored not to spare the tempers, but to kill them just as good Christians kill the devils with the sign of the cross. "Whether it be your father, brother, or friend, don't spare them, since they themselves flagrantly burn, trample, desecrate their own mother the Church!"
Scene six.
This speech, full of venom and hatred, lasted for a goodly two hours. Without being cognizant of it, I was forced so far forward that Platon noticed me. His face became distorted with hatred, and he looked at me as if he were ready to make a dash for me and break my head with the large cross he had in his hand.
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