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The Devil corrupts a Pope or two, a captain of industry, a famous actor on the stage. He comes at last to the house of young Peter and its foggy windows and he warms the fog away and he looks in.

Peter stares at him with baleful eyes.

The Devil squints. Then he smokes into a cloud of brimstone vapors, eddies through the wiring-cracks and sockets, and condenses next to Peter in his room.

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