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As the clock struck twelve, young Otto bounded up, and remarked the absence of his companion Wolfgang.

The idea he had had, that his friend disappeared in company with a white-robed female, struck him more and more.

"I will follow them," said he; and, calling to the next on the watch (old Snozo, who was right unwilling to forego his sleep), he rushed away by the door through which he had seen Wolfgang and his temptress take their way.
That he did not find them was not his fault.

The castle was vast, the chamber dark.