Well ?" "Stand aside, Monsieur le Comte," said the man in the cloak.

His tones were steady; all his fright was gone.
The steel slithered and ground.
"You know me, eh ?" said the old man, banteringly.

His blade ripped a hole in the cloak.

"You have a voice that sounds strangely familiar to my ears." "Your ears will soon be dull and cold, if you do not let me pass." "Was it gold, or jewels?
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