If, last night, anxiety had burdened his mind like the corpse of a murdered man, these gains weighed upon his soul like the loathsome body of a dead cat.

Never in his whole life had he felt so poor as with this devil's money.

The witch-bait which Biberli had given him with the two and the five had drawn it out of the pockets of his fellow gamblers.

He would be neither a cut-purse nor a dealer in the black arts.

The wages of hell should depart as quickly as they came.