THE GRISLY TERROR

The one seemed woman to the waist and fair. The other shape, black as night it stood, terrible as Hell. The monster came fast with horrible strides. Hell trembled as he strode. Satan undaunted thus began: "What art thou that dar'st athwart my way to yonder gate? Retire or taste thy folly!" The goblin replied: "Art thou that traitor angel? Reckonest thyself with spirits of Heaven where I reign king - thy king and lord?" So spake the grisly terror. Satan stood unterrified. So matched they stood, for never but once more was either like to meet so great a foe.