Fight him down in your own heart, then, dear, Mrs. Trevennack said, gently. Remember, we all may fall. Lucifer did–and he was once an archangel. Fight him down in your own heart when he suggests hateful thoughts to you. For I know what you felt when it came over you instinctively that that young man had done it. You wanted to fly straight at his throat, dear Michael–you wanted to fly at his throat, and fling him over the precipice.