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cup of tea. The whole night had been passed in a kind of delirium, and
the fever was still on him. He was thirsty; perhaps hungry. The craving
of the stomach disorders everything. Since the previous evening all
kinds of incidents had assailed him. The emotions which had tormented
had sustained him. Without the storm a sail would be a rag. But his was
the excessive feebleness of the rag, which the wind inflates till it
tears it. He felt himself sinking. Was he about to fall without
consciousness on the pavement? To faint is the resource of a woman, and
the humiliation of a man. He hardened himself, but he trembled. He felt
as one losing his footing.
CHAPTER VIII.
LAMENTATION.
They began to move forward.
They advanced through the passage.
There was no preliminary registry, no place of record. The prisons in
those times were not overburdened with documents. They were content to
close round you without knowing why. To be a prison, and to hold
prisoners, sufficed.
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