Who could this terrible man, this accursed wretch, be?
And so, as Black Mask drew near to her, flashing his dagger before her eyes, she, the weakest, the most timid of women, made a sudden snatch at the mask and tore it off.
She saw his face and recognized him.

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For an instant her eyes gazed upon him and then she collapsed on the ground in a swoon.
* * * * * It was pretty late next morning when Mr.Gerzson raised his muddled head from the table.

The sun was shining brightly through the blinds.
He looked around him.