"Ah! If I reasoned like Conte Mosca," thought Fabrizio, "when he assures me that the risks a man runs are always the measure of his rights over his neighbours, I should blow out this servant's brains with a pistol-shot, and, once I was mounted on the thin horse, I should laugh aloud at all the police in the world.
Zer-nolako arriskuak hartu gizonak, hartara neurtuko dira bere hurkoaren gainean gizon horrek dituen eskubideak; beraz, pistola-tiro batez gelazain horri burua txikitu, zaldi argalaren gainera igo, eta hor konpon munduko jendarme guztiak.