The man went out so quickly he almost caught the end of his long black cape in the door.

The man in the black cape didn't chase after us.

He was wearing, I kid you not, a black cape.

In the early morning light he could see that she wore a black cape over a dark red dress.

Then he blinked as a man moved between them in black cape and hat.

He stared into the twisted face of the man with the black cape.

His black cape was pressed tight around him by the force of the wind.

The old man stood, donning his black cape as he went to the office door.

He looked out the castle window, grabbed his black cape and turned toward the door.

There was a man with a flowing black cape in the house, his back to Seth.