There!" The last bandage dropped to the ground--eyes, hands, mouth were free.
But Mr.Rashleigh could make no use of his freedom; he sat pale, benumbed, confounded, helpless.
"Rouse yourself, my dear sir," said his persecutor, giving him a gentle shake; "don't drop into a cataleptic trance.

Look up and speak to me." The reverend gentleman did look up, and uttered a sort of scream at sight of the ugly black mask frowning ghastily down upon him.
"Don't be alarmed," said the masked man, soothingly; "no harm is meant you.

My mask won't hurt you.

I merely don't want you to recognize me to-morrow, should we chance to meet.

My bride will be masked, too, and you will marry us by our Christian names alone.