In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. He turned back at once. She pulled, he rose to his feet. "Any price was better than your head. I am not comfortable,’ complained Madame Valade.
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