You can bring death to a home, but never a righteous scourge.
Nobody feels scourged or instructed by a bomb in their parlour, they just feel dead, and dead without a reason." The cloud was very small now.

The filmy edges of it were faintly rising and falling like the seaweed frill of a rock in the sea.

The witch kept her eyes on her opponent's face, because to look anywhere else gave her a white feeling in her head.
"Crusades of the high explosive kind," she said, "can work only on battle-fields.

Indeed, even on battle-fields--ah, what are we about, what are we about?
We are neither of us killing Evil, we are killing youth...." "I know, I know," wept the German witch.

"My wizard fell at Vimy Ridge...." "You are talking magic at last," said our witch.