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He
passed
on
out
of
sight
,
and
unlocked
and
unbarred
a
low
door
in
the
corner
of
the
chamber
.
‘
Now
,
’
said
he
,
as
he
opened
it
and
appeared
within
,
‘
come
out
.
’
There
is
no
sort
of
whiteness
in
all
the
hues
under
the
sun
at
all
like
the
whiteness
of
Monsieur
Rigaud
’
s
face
as
it
was
then
.
Neither
is
there
any
expression
of
the
human
countenance
at
all
like
that
expression
in
every
little
line
of
which
the
frightened
heart
is
seen
to
beat
.
Both
are
conventionally
compared
with
death
;
but
the
difference
is
the
whole
deep
gulf
between
the
struggle
done
,
and
the
fight
at
its
most
desperate
extremity
.
He
lighted
another
of
his
paper
cigars
at
his
companion
’
s
;
put
it
tightly
between
his
teeth
;
covered
his
head
with
a
soft
slouched
hat
;
threw
the
end
of
his
cloak
over
his
shoulder
again
;
and
walked
out
into
the
side
gallery
on
which
the
door
opened
,
without
taking
any
further
notice
of
Signor
Cavalletto
.
As
to
that
little
man
himself
,
his
whole
attention
had
become
absorbed
in
getting
near
the
door
and
looking
out
at
it
.
Precisely
as
a
beast
might
approach
the
opened
gate
of
his
den
and
eye
the
freedom
beyond
,
he
passed
those
few
moments
in
watching
and
peering
,
until
the
door
was
closed
upon
him
.
There
was
an
officer
in
command
of
the
soldiers
;
a
stout
,
serviceable
,
profoundly
calm
man
,
with
his
drawn
sword
in
his
hand
,
smoking
a
cigar
.
He
very
briefly
directed
the
placing
of
Monsieur
Rigaud
in
the
midst
of
the
party
,
put
himself
with
consummate
indifference
at
their
head
,
gave
the
word
‘
march
!
’
and
so
they
all
went
jingling
down
the
staircase
.
The
door
clashed
—
the
key
turned
—
and
a
ray
of
unusual
light
,
and
a
breath
of
unusual
air
,
seemed
to
have
passed
through
the
jail
,
vanishing
in
a
tiny
wreath
of
smoke
from
the
cigar
.
Still
,
in
his
captivity
,
like
a
lower
animal
—
like
some
impatient
ape
,
or
roused
bear
of
the
smaller
species
—
the
prisoner
,
now
left
solitary
,
had
jumped
upon
the
ledge
,
to
lose
no
glimpse
of
this
departure
.
As
he
yet
stood
clasping
the
grate
with
both
hands
,
an
uproar
broke
upon
his
hearing
;
yells
,
shrieks
,
oaths
,
threats
,
execrations
,
all
comprehended
in
it
,
though
(
as
in
a
storm
)
nothing
but
a
raging
swell
of
sound
distinctly
heard
.
Excited
into
a
still
greater
resemblance
to
a
caged
wild
animal
by
his
anxiety
to
know
more
,
the
prisoner
leaped
nimbly
down
,
ran
round
the
chamber
,
leaped
nimbly
up
again
,
clasped
the
grate
and
tried
to
shake
it
,
leaped
down
and
ran
,
leaped
up
and
listened
,
and
never
rested
until
the
noise
,
becoming
more
and
more
distant
,
had
died
away
.
How
many
better
prisoners
have
worn
their
noble
hearts
out
so
;
no
man
thinking
of
it
;
not
even
the
beloved
of
their
souls
realising
it
;
great
kings
and
governors
,
who
had
made
them
captive
,
careering
in
the
sunlight
jauntily
,
and
men
cheering
them
on
.
Even
the
said
great
personages
dying
in
bed
,
making
exemplary
ends
and
sounding
speeches
;
and
polite
history
,
more
servile
than
their
instruments
,
embalming
them
!
At
last
,
John
Baptist
,
now
able
to
choose
his
own
spot
within
the
compass
of
those
walls
for
the
exercise
of
his
faculty
of
going
to
sleep
when
he
would
,
lay
down
upon
the
bench
,
with
his
face
turned
over
on
his
crossed
arms
,
and
slumbered
In
his
submission
,
in
his
lightness
,
in
his
good
humour
,
in
his
short
-
lived
passion
,
in
his
easy
contentment
with
hard
bread
and
hard
stones
,
in
his
ready
sleep
,
in
his
fits
and
starts
,
altogether
a
true
son
of
the
land
that
gave
him
birth
.
The
wide
stare
stared
itself
out
for
one
while
;
the
Sun
went
down
in
a
red
,
green
,
golden
glory
;
the
stars
came
out
in
the
heavens
,
and
the
fire
-
flies
mimicked
them
in
the
lower
air
,
as
men
may
feebly
imitate
the
goodness
of
a
better
order
of
beings
;
the
long
dusty
roads
and
the
interminable
plains
were
in
repose
—
and
so
deep
a
hush
was
on
the
sea
,
that
it
scarcely
whispered
of
the
time
when
it
shall
give
up
its
dead
.
