text:  The robe in which it was muffled opened and I beheld--Manucci! not the Manucci I had seen at the faro-table nor yet he who had lived for years near my mother's house but the grey old man who had appeared to me on the night of my father's arrival and had said "Do I look like a murderer?" "Thou here villain!" I exclaimed on beholding this unexpected apparition