“She didn’t. She wouldn’t be here now if she knew.”
At that he turned from me to his station by the chimney-piece. I followed him there.
“What are you going to do about it?” I said.
“Do about it?”
“What are you going to do with this?”
I thrust the Token close towards him. He drew back, staring at it with a look of concentrated hate and loathing.
“Do with it?” he said. “The damned thing killed her! This is what I’m going to do with it—”
He snatched it from my hand and hurled it with all his force against the bars of the grate. The Buddha fell, broken to bits, among the ashes.
He stepped forward, opening his arms.