John Singer Sargent House and Garden painting

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me?" The retreating footsteps hesitated, and he chanted loudly: " 'Warmer than summer, more filling than food, sweeter than woman and dearer than blood—' "
"Hurry," the third voice said. "Hurry. Look at the sky. What is this nonsense?"
Even the second man's voice was growing nervous. "It isn't nonsense. Drinn treats his money so well that it cannot bear to be ever saw. This is the way he calls to it." He went on rapidly, quavering a little. " 'Stronger than water and kinder than dove, Say the name of the one you love.' "
"Drinn," rang the gold coins in Schmendrick's purse, "drinndrinndrinndrinn," Then everything happened.
The ragged black cloak whipped against Molly's cheek as Schmendrick rolled to his knees, groping desperately for the purse. It buzzed like a rattlesnake in his hand. He hurled it far into the brush, but the three men were running at them together, daggers as red as though they had already struck. Beyond King Haggard's castle, a burning brightness was rising, breaking into the night like a great shoulder. The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.