No conceal at all ! ' `` There 's two demi-cannon my end , '' says Sebastian , slapping metal . `` They 'll be for Andrew Barton 's lower deck . Honest -- honest John Collins ! So this is his warehouse , his arsenal , his armoury ! Now see you why your pokings and pryings have raised the Devil in Sussex ? You 've hindered John 's lawful trade for months , '' and he laughed where he lay . ' A clay-cold tower is no fireside at midnight , so we climbed the belfry stairs , and there Sebastian trips over a cow-hide with its horns and tail . ' `` Aha ! Your Devil has left his doublet ! Does it become me , Hal ? '' He draws it on and capers in the shafts of window-moonlight -- won ` erful devilish-like . Then he sits on the stairs , rapping with his tail on a board , and his back-aspect was dreader than his front , and a howlet lit in , and screeched at the horns of him . ' `` If you 'd keep out the Devil , shut the door , '' he whispered . `` And that 's another false proverb , Hal , for I can hear your tower-door opening . '' ' `` I locked it . Who a-plague has another key , then ? '' I said . ' `` All the congregation , to judge by their feet , '' he says , and peers into the blackness . `` Still !
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