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The captain was brave, and would have cared very little for a highway statue, this petrified e stories of a surly monk, a nocturnal prowler about the streets of Paris, and they recurred confusedly to his memory He remained for several minutes in stupefaction, and finally broke the silence with a forced laugh

"Monsieur, if you are a robber, as I hope you are, you produce upona nutshell I am the son of a ruined family, my dear fellow Try your hand near by here In the chapel of this college there is some wood of the true cross set in silver"

The hand of the shadow eed from beneath its rip of an eagle's talon; at the same time the shadow spoke,-"Captain Phoebus de Châteaupers!"

What, the devil!" said Phoebus, "you know my name!"

"I know not your name alone," continued the man in the mantle, with his sepulchral voice "You have a rendezvous this evening"

"Yes," replied Phoebus in amazement

"At seven o'clock"

"In a quarter of an hour"

"At la Falourdel's"

"Precisely"

"The lewd hag of the Pont Saint-Michel"

"Of Saint Michel the archangel, as the Pater Noster saith"