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And
at
the
bottom
,
quite
in
the
shade
,
where
the
details
are
absorbed
in
the
obscurity
,
the
mastiff
,
with
his
eyes
glistening
like
carbuncles
,
and
shaking
his
chain
,
on
which
the
double
light
from
the
lamp
of
Rosa
and
the
lantern
of
Gryphus
threw
a
brilliant
glitter
.
The
sublime
master
would
,
however
,
have
been
altogether
unable
to
render
the
sorrow
expressed
in
the
face
of
Rosa
,
when
she
saw
this
pale
,
handsome
young
man
slowly
climbing
the
stairs
,
and
thought
of
the
full
import
of
the
words
,
which
her
father
had
just
spoken
,
"
You
will
have
the
family
cell
.
"
This
vision
lasted
but
a
moment
,
--
much
less
time
than
we
have
taken
to
describe
it
.
Gryphus
then
proceeded
on
his
way
,
Cornelius
was
forced
to
follow
him
,
and
five
minutes
afterwards
he
entered
his
prison
,
of
which
it
is
unnecessary
to
say
more
,
as
the
reader
is
already
acquainted
with
it
.
Gryphus
pointed
with
his
finger
to
the
bed
on
which
the
martyr
had
suffered
so
much
,
who
on
that
day
had
rendered
his
soul
to
God
.
Then
,
taking
up
his
cresset
,
he
quitted
the
cell
.
Thus
left
alone
,
Cornelius
threw
himself
on
his
bed
,
but
he
slept
not
,
he
kept
his
eye
fixed
on
the
narrow
window
,
barred
with
iron
,
which
looked
on
the
Buytenhof
;
and
in
this
way
saw
from
behind
the
trees
that
first
pale
beam
of
light
which
morning
sheds
on
the
earth
as
a
white
mantle
.
Now
and
then
during
the
night
horses
had
galloped
at
a
smart
pace
over
the
Buytenhof
,
the
heavy
tramp
of
the
patrols
had
resounded
from
the
pavement
,
and
the
slow
matches
of
the
arquebuses
,
flaring
in
the
east
wind
,
had
thrown
up
at
intervals
a
sudden
glare
as
far
as
to
the
panes
of
his
window
.
But
when
the
rising
sun
began
to
gild
the
coping
stones
at
the
gable
ends
of
the
houses
,
Cornelius
,
eager
to
know
whether
there
was
any
living
creature
about
him
,
approached
the
window
,
and
cast
a
sad
look
round
the
circular
yard
before
him
.
At
the
end
of
the
yard
a
dark
mass
,
tinted
with
a
dingy
blue
by
the
morning
dawn
,
rose
before
him
,
its
dark
outlines
standing
out
in
contrast
to
the
houses
already
illuminated
by
the
pale
light
of
early
morning
.
Cornelius
recognised
the
gibbet
.
On
it
were
suspended
two
shapeless
trunks
,
which
indeed
were
no
more
than
bleeding
skeletons
.
