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They reached Malanotte; bravoes were at the door, who bowed to

the Unknown, glancing with eager curiosity at his companion, and

the litter. If the departure of their master alone, at the break

of day, had been regarded as extraordinary, his return was

considered not less so. Is it a prize which he conducts? And how

has he taken possession of it alone? And what is this strange

litter? And whose is this livery? They did not stir, however;

knowing, from the countenance of their master, that their silence

was what he desired.