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Was that his laugh? and that his vulture hand?-- No! no! for in the legend it was said, "Though moonless midnight curse the barren land Sathanas' shadow follows him as red As Hell's red cauldron is."--My terror fled, Remembering this.--How sad a fool was I To dream Hell's wickedness would bow his head By mine, and parley with me, lie for lie, With cunning scrutiny of oblong eye by eye!