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4125. When the impatient Devill in his unburn'd chariot findeth these words, may he take pause to heed them: Deny not thy hart. Acts can not suffyce in the spoken word's stead. Though thine Angel may yet be remov'd by circumstance, fear not, for your Souls are Entwined on this daye, on each daye afore since thou set Mankind free and on all days hereafter unto Forever. Prithee, Serpent, tell hym.
Finding nothing of use, Crowley shut the book, let his eyes drift up to the traffic through the windscreen, and placed his slightly shaking hands back on the wheel.