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She listened to them with a haughty and unmoved air, and replied at length aloud, and in English—I will not. What if this house be strewed in ruins before morning—where would be the world's want in the crazed projector, and the niggardly pinch-commons, by which it is inhabited? They will needs come to reform Zetland customs, let them try how they like a Zetland storm.—You that would not perish, quit this house!

Wotan, finding that there is no escape, turns for help and advice to Loge, the God of Evil, the spirit of flickering, treacherous fire, the master of cunning and deceit; and he introduces to gods and giants the lust for gold.

The properest Liquors […] for such Work, are those whose Temperament neither fire nor chill, such as become so, not only in their first Acceptance, but are able to maintain a proper Lukeness, ere they dissipate and are scatter'd over the Body […]