I remained a little bit looking at him in silence. Frankly, I believed that he was crazy; but he continued with equal vehemence:
- you look for the border; well, if in front of this cross you ask him to the sky to give him help, the summits of the nearby mounts will get up in only one night up to the invisible stars, only because we do not find the streak in all our life.
I cannot smile.
- Do you make fun?... Does he believe perhaps that this is a holy cross as that of the veranda of our church?...
- Who doubts it?
- since you deceive yourself from way to way; because this cross, except what it has of God, is damned ... this cross belongs to a malignant spirit, and that's why they call him the cross of the devil.
- The cross of the devil! - I repeated yielding to his instances, without realizing to me himself the involuntary fear that one began to empower of my spirit, and that was pushing me back as an unknown force of that place;: the cross of the devil! There has never hurt my imagination a more ludicrous amalgam of two so absolutely hostile ideas!... A cross ... and of the devil!!! Go, go! Force will be that you explain to coming to the population me this monstrous absurdity.