Immediately after the two matrices recoiled again of their own accord and the two powerful men repeated the pressure.

Then a little steel ring shifted suddenly, flinging aside the coined ducat, and a fresh gold piece took its place.

The coined ducats already lay in a heap in front of the machine and the workmen, now and then, kicked them away with their feet.
There was something impressive in the spectacle.

Here were two poor men, working hard perhaps for their daily bread with little hillocks of seductive gold piled up all around them, gold of which everyone is enamoured in the earth above them, gold for which so many men gladly give up everything, even to their hope in Heaven! Now and again a third man comes in and pitches the gold into a linen sack with a wooden shovel.
"Let us stamp a few ducats ourselves by way of souvenirs," said Fatia Negra.

Anicza assenting, the workmen stepped aside, and Fatia Negra and the girl placed themselves on either side of the leaden bullets on the turning bar.
The Mask bade his sweetheart be careful to avoid the recoil of the machine for should the handle hit her the blow might prove fatal, whereupon the girl, burning to show off her great strength, did not wait for the end of the bar to recover its normal position, but seizing the iron rod when it was only half way round, tore it back again, with the result that the steel clapper did not cast the gold piece between the matrices in the usual way and it thus received a double impression, being stamped with a two-fold figure of the Mother of God on one side and a two-fold figure of the royal profile on the other.
Old Onucz rushed towards Anicza and angrily tore her away: "You little fool, be off!" cried he, "you will spoil the machine, it is not for the likes of you." But Fatia Negra now picked up the ducat which had fallen to the ground and showed it with a smile to Anicza: "Look," said he, "there is now a double picture on it." The girl turned it curiously between her fingers.
"And what will happen to it now ?" "It will go into the smelting furnace again." "Ah, don't destroy it, give it to me!" At this the old man fairly lost his temper.
"Are you out of your mind to ask for such a thing?
What! a ducat with a flaw in it, which, if seen in your hands would saddle us with the vengeance of the whole government! Domnule, be not so mad as to let her have that ducat! If she has no sense, you at least be sensible.