THE MAN WITH THE BLACK FEATHER
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goes, howling, he is waving, like a madman, in the moonlight, my gripping hand!'
"The voice of Theophrastus died faintly away; and I heard the teeth of M. de la Nox chatter. Then he whispered:
"'Where are you now, Cartouche?'
"'I am entering the radiant darkness of death!'
