prisoners, showed them all sorts of civilities, offered them girls, gave them refreshments, and reconducted them to the confines of their country, crying before them all the way, in token of joy, "He is no Jesuit, he is no Jesuit."
Candide could not help admiring the cause of his deliverance.
"What men! what manners!" cried he: "if I had not fortunately run my sword up to the hilt in the body of Miss Cunegund’s brother, I should have infallibly been eaten alive. But, after all, pure nature is an excellent thing; since these people, instead of eating me, showed me a thousand civilities, as soon as they knew I was not a Jesuit."
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