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"And they saw by the red flashes of the lightning against the violet fog at six paces behind the governor, a man clothed in black and masked by a visor of polished steel, soldered to a helmet of the same nature, which altogether enveloped him....
" ‘Come, monsieur,' said Saint Mars sharply to the prisoner -- ‘Monsieur, come on.'