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NECROMANCER.
"Your prisoner!" replied the gray deceiver who had recovered at last, "your prisoner," roared he with a ghastly grin, disengaging himself from our grasp.
The corporals rushed upon him.
"I am a citizen of F———, of a free imperial town, who dares to touch me?"
The corporals retired hastily, and the Austrian's brow was covered with terrible wrinkles, his eyes flashed anger, his mouth foamed, and his whole frame trembled in an agony of furious rage. I never beheld a more terrible aspect.
"Infernal spirit! hell-born villain!" roared he, gnashing his teeth, "I am deceived!—"deceived by thee, Volkert!—Volkert!"
At once the thunder of his voice lowered to an entreating accent.
"Volkert,
