WhentheCountsawmyface，hiseyesblazedwithasortofdemoniacfury，andhesuddenlymadeagrabatmythroat。
Idrewawayandhishandtouchedthestringofbeadswhichheldthecrucifix。Itmadeaninstantchangeinhim，forthefurypassedsoquicklythatIcouldhardlybelievethatitwaseverthere。
“Takecare，“hesaid，“takecarehowyoucutyourself。
Itismoredangerousthatyouthinkinthiscountry。“
Thenseizingtheshavingglass，hewenton，“Andthisisthewretchedthingthathasdonethemischief。Itisafoulbaubleofman\'svanity。Awaywithit！”Andopeningthewindowwithonewrenchofhisterriblehand，heflungouttheglass，whichwasshatteredintoathousandpiecesonthestonesofthecourtyardfarbelow。Thenhewithdrewwithoutaword。