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being, abandoned to himself, descrted of all, and denied even the sad privilego of knowing that his cruel destiny would awaken pity! Alone he was to pcrish!—alone he was to wait a slow coming torture, whose most exquisite pangs would be inflicted by that very solitude and that tardy coming!
"It is not death I fear," he exclaimed, "but the death I must prepare for! Methinks, too, I could meet even that—all horrible and revolting as it is—if it might overtake me now. But whero shall I find fortitude to tarry till it come! How can I outlive the three long days and nights I have to live? There is no power within me to bid tho hideous spectre hence—none to make it familiar to my thoughts; or mysclf, patient of its errand. My thoughts, rather will flee from me, and I grow mad in looking at it. Oh! for a deep sleep to fall upon me! that so, in death’s likeness, I might embrace death itsclf, and drink no more of the cup that is presented to me, than my fainting spirit has already tasted!"
In the midst of these lamentations, Vivenzio noticed that his accustomed meal, with the pitcher of water, had been conveyed, as before, into his dungeon. But this circumstance no longer excited his surprise, IIis mind was overwhelmed with others of a far grcater magnitude. It suggested, however, a feeble hope of deliverancc; and there is no hope so feeble, as not to yield some support to a heart bending under despair. He resolved to watch, during the ensuing night, for the signs hc had before obscrved; and should ho again feel the gentle, tremulous motion of the floor, or the current of air, to seize that moment for giving audible expression to his misery. Some pcrson must bo near
