And listen," tapping his sword: "he who has done this thing, be he never so far away, yet shall this long sword of mine find him and snuff his candle out." "Good lad, forgive! I am drunk, atrociously drunk; and I have been drunk so long!" The Chevalier swept the hair out of his eyes.

"Have you an enemy?
Have I ?" "Enemies, enemies?
If you but knew how I have searched my memory for a sign of one! The only enemy I could find was.

.

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myself.