his features.

I ran up to him and unhooked him so luckily off the thorns that only
a small piece of his breeches stuck to them. Mosaide, having had his
say, re-entered the cottage. As he wore only slippers I could
observe that his legs fitted right into the middle of his feet, so
that the heel stuck out behind pretty nearly as much as the forefoot
in front, a singular deformation, rendering his walking uncouth,
which otherwise would have been noble and full of dignity.

"Jacques Tournebroche! my dear boy," said my tutor, with a sigh,
"that Jew must be Isaac Laquedem in person, so to blaspheme in all
languages. He vowed me to a death near and violent with an enormous
abundance of metaphors, and he called me a pig in fourteen distinct
languages, if I counted them correctly. I could believe him to be
the Antichrist, and he does not want some of the signs by which that
enemy of God is to be recognised. Under any circumstances he is a
dirty Jew, and never has the wheel as a brand of infamy been exposed
on the vestments of a worse or more rabid miscreant. As for himself,
he not only deserves the wheel formerly attached to the garments of
Jews, but also that other wheel on which scoundrels have their bones
broken."

And my good master, mightily angry in his turn, shook his fist in
the direction where Mosaide had disappeared, and accused him of
crucifying children and devouring the flesh of new-born babes.

M. d'Asterac went up to him and touched his breast with the ruby he
used to wear on his finger.