Trembling with rage, he stood upon the floor
An instant, then drew forth a dagger keen,
And groped his blind way through the chamber-door.
From sleeping form to form he passed, I ween
With preternatural touch as true as each were seen!
XLIII.
Jules he hath found! A scar upon his face
The trooper gives to his revenge at last.
With gentlest finger he the seam doth trace