Away with God! --Blasphemer! Devil! screamed Dante, starting to her feet and almost spitting in his face. It was a Firbolg in the borrowed cloak of a Milesian; and he thought of his friend Davin, the peasant student. He bent down and asked her was there a chapel near. --But, sir-- --Yes? --Father Dolan came in today and pandied me because I was not writing my theme.