"'The only form in which Voodoo—'" began Father Brown, reading aloud.
We didn't have no voodoo women nor conjure folks at our 20 acres.
Hyppolite was a Voodoo priest and, it is said, an anthropophagist.
We might have been offered up on the altar of the voodoo worshippers for all you cared!
Then there was the voodoo priestess, she with the black goat.
This woman was speaking, beyond doubt, of the voodoo priestess.
She was thinking of Madame Zaran, of the voodoo priestess and all the rest.
How far are we from the voodoo and all the savagery of Africa?
Why, then, should you exclaim, 'but Voodoo in the Surrey Hills!'
The unholy rites of Voodoo are a closed book to the Western nations.