His lip had fallen, his eyes were protruding, his skin the colour of putty, and he glared at the envelope which he still held in his trembling hand, 'K. K. K.!' he shrieked, and then, 'My God, my God, my sins have overtaken me!'
Ajka lefittyedt, szeme kidülledt, a bőre olyan lett, mint a gitt, és csak egyre bámulta a borítékot, amely remegett a kezében. "K-K-K!" üvöltötte.