...little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed : alittle calendar of small sticks were laid at the head, notched...to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, Be lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, — shook his head, and went on with...

...with the dismal days and nights he had passed there — he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of...the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down — shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard...

...notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there : — he had one of these link hail, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, — shook his head, and went...

...who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever." Again, in his description of a captive. " As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard...

...twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever." Again, in his description of a captive. " As 1 darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard...

...had one of thefe little flicks in his hand, and with arufty nail he was etching another day of mifery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopelefs eye towards the door, then caft It down— ihook his head, and went on with his work of affliction....

...nights he had passed there — he bad one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty liail he was etching another day of misery, to add to the...the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down — shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard...

...the dismal days and nights he had passed there : — he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of...his head, and went on with his work of affliction." The foregoing observations may account, in part, for the effect which exhibitions of fictitious distress...

...with'3 the dismal days and nights he had passed there — he had one of those little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of...then cast it down— shook his head, and went on with but distract me, ne faisait que m'embarrasser. — 10 tt was which, etait eelle qui, — 1 1 Upon,...

...the dismal days and nights he had passec there : — he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and, with a rusty nail, he was etching another day...towards the door then cast it down, — shook his head, anc went on with his work of affliction. I hearc his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to...