CXIX.

And then his dread grew wrath, and his wrath fierce, And he arose, advanced--the Shade retreated; But Juan, eager now the truth to pierce, Followed, his veins no longer cold, but heated, Resolved to thrust the mystery _carte_ and _tierce_, At whatsoever risk of being defeated: The Ghost stopped, menaced, then retired, until He reached the ancient wall, then stood stone still.