He stood before it, and seeing his reflection he beat the glass into a thousand fragments.
Jehan appeared, white and trembling, carrying his master's candlestick.
"Ah!" cried the marquis.

"'Tis you.

Jehan, call your master a fool." "I, Monsieur ?" Jehan retreated.
"Aye; or I promise to beat your worthless body within an inch of death.
Call me a fool, whose wrath, over-leaped his prudence and sense of truth and honor.

Call me a fool." "Oh!" "Quickly!" The cane rose.
"God forgive me this disrespect!.

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