When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.

I drew away and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix.

It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there.
"Take care," he said, "take care how you cut yourself.

It is more dangerous that you think in this country." Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on, "And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief.

It is a foul bauble of man's vanity.