” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. We could go to University together. Entering the Red Room, he crept through the hole in the wall, descended the chimney, and arrived once more in his old place of captivity. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees.
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