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228 . the miracles of antichrist
This is how it is to be a prisoner! Four bare
walls around one, and the silence and chill of the
grave.
" Now I will feel as a prisoner feels," she thought.
At the same moment she forgot everything in her
fear that Gandolfo might not come to let her out.
Why, he might be called away, he might become
suddenly ill, he might fall and be mortally injured
in one of the dark passages. A great many things
might happen to prevent him from coming.
No one, however, knew where she was, no one
would seek her in this forgotten cell. Were she left
there for one hour only, she would be mad from
fright.
She saw before her the hunger, the long hunger.
She struggled on through the endless hours of
anguish. Ah, how she would listen for footsteps, how
she would call!
She would shake the door, she would scrape the
mortar off the walls with her nails, she would try and
bite the window grating to pieces.
When at last they found her, she would be lying
dead on the floor, and traces of how she had tried to
force her way out would be found everywhere.
Why didn’t Gandolfo come? Now she had been
there a quarter of an hour, a half hour. Why did he
not come?
She was certain that she had been locked up a
whole hour when at last Gandolfo came. Where
had he been so long?
He hadn’t been long at all. He had only been
gone five minutes.
God, 0 God, such then was captivity, this was
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