In the midst of rusty swords, sharp daggers and knives of every size and shape, he saw short clubs with iron heads, steel chains like the bit of a horse, ropes with running knots, and various other articles whose use was inexplicable to him, although he was convinced that these singular instruments were intended for no good purpose.
On the table, beside the lamp, was a large knife, and near it a piece of linen and some sand for scouring, showing that the woman had been occupied in cleaning these arms when the knock at the door interrupted her.
All these instruments of murder filled with terror the heart of the man who was contemplating them.

He turned his eyes away from them, trembling as he reflected upon the horror of his position.

However, a few moments only were left him, for the door of the house soon opened and he heard steps on the staircase.
The woman entered and said: "Bufferio will soon be here.

When he has the dice in his hand, it is difficult to tear him away.

Nevertheless, he will come.