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the large knife, considered hi

to discover who he was and hat intention he had co of anxiety, he rose and

said: "Woer I will return

to- in the street," she replied

"He is even now placing the key in the door"

The stranger, as if perfectly satisfied with this intelligence, fell back

in his chair, with a suppressed sigh, and listened in an agony of fear to

the heavy footsteps on the staircase

Bufferio appeared at the door, and looked distrustfully at the aed to stoop in order

to enter the door His head was thrown back defiantly, and his hand rested

upon the hilt of a dagger which was held by his girdle A broad-brimmed

hat shaded his face; his whole dress was of dark-brown cloth, scarcely

distinguishable in the darkness of night Under his prominent eyebrows

twinkled very s smile played about his

mouth