The horror rushed up to Sárvölgyi's door, rattling the latch and in a voice of raving anger began to howl as he shook the door.
"Let me in! Let me in! I am dying!"
Sárvölgyi's face, in his agony of terror, became like that of a damned soul.
That was Kandur's voice! That was Kandur's figure. But so white!
Perhaps the naked soul of one on the way to hell?
The horrible figure thundered continuously at the door and cried:
"Let me in! Give me to drink! I am burning! Bathe me in oil! Help me to undress! I am dying! I am in hell! Help! Drag me out of it!"
All through the street they could hear his cries.
Then the damned soul began to curse, and beat the door with his fist, because they would not open to him.
"A plague upon you, cursed accomplice. You shut me out and won't let me in? Thrust me into the tanpit of hell and leave me there? My skin is peeling off! I am going blind! An ulcer upon your soul!"