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he was sick-sick until death with that long agony; and when they at lengh unbound me, and I was permitted to sit. I felt that my sense were leaving me.
After this I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness the madness of memory. when he wakes up he is not in the chair anymore he is in some dark room on the ground.
I saw that some ten or twelve vibrations would bring the steel in actual contact with my robe, and with this observation there suddenly came over my spirit all the keen, collected calmness of despair.
For many hours the immediate vicinity of the low framework upon which I lay, had been literally swarming with rats. They were wild, bold, ravenous; their red eyes glaring upon me
Even while I breathed there came to my nostrils the breath of the vapour of heated iron! A suffocating odour pervaded the prison! A deeper glow settled each moment in the eyes that glared at my agonies!
but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward. At length for my seared and writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. General Lasalle ended up saving him.
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