The Dungeons of Old Paris: Being the Story and Romance of the Most Celebrated Prisons of the Monarchy and the Revolution

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G. P. Putnam's sons, 1897 - 265 páginas
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Página 252 - It having been argued that this was an improvement.—" No, Sir," said he, eagerly, " it is not an improvement: they object, that the old method drew together a number of spectators. Sir, executions are intended to draw spectators. If they do not draw spectators, they don't answer their purpose. The old method was most satisfactory to all parties; the public was gratified by a procession; the criminal was supported by it. Why is all this to be swept away ?
Página 129 - ... of the court-yard. He was seated on the ground like the rest, and seemed not at all to understand his position, except that it was horrible. It is probable that he also saw something excessive through the vague ideas of an utterly ignorant man.
Página 107 - The folds of the priestly garb conceal a place of torment which monastic justice, with a grisly humour, names a Vade in Pace ; the last bead of the rosary grazes the first rings of a chain which bears the bloody impress of the sworn tormentor. At Bicetre, as at the Luxembourg, ages ago, big-bellied cenobites sang and tippled in the cosy cells piled above the dungeons of the church.
Página 126 - Minister, and one of the gala personages; to his own eyes the chief one. Young spiritual Amazon, thy rest is not there; nor thy loved Father's: "as Malebranche saw all things in God, so M. Necker sees all things in Necker," — a theorem that will not hold.
Página 111 - I was stung in the eyes, and had a loathsome savour in the mouth, and was horribly oppressed in the lungs. The eightand-thirty months they kept me in that noisome cell, I endured the miseries of hunger, cold, and damp. . . . The scurvy that had attacked me showed itself in a lassitude which spread through all my members ; I was presently unable either to sit or to rise. In ten days my legs and thighs were twice their proper size ; my body was black ; my teeth, loosened in their sockets, were no longer...
Página 116 - Lord Worcester went back to Bicetre the next morning and was closeted for an hour with the madman. At Marion Delorme's in the afternoon he said : " In England we should not have put that man into a madhouse. Your Bicetre is not the most useful place. Who invented those cells ? They have wasted to madness as fine a genius as the age has known.
Página 116 - As they strolled through the quarticr des fous a creature made a spring at the bars of his cell. " Marion — look, Marion ! It is I ! It is Salomon ! I love you ! Listen : I have made a discovery which will bring millions and millions to France ! Let me out for God's sake ! I will give you the moon and all the stars to set me free, Marion ! " " Do you know this man ?" said Lord Worcester. " I am not at home in bedlam," said Marion, who on principle allowed no corner to her conscience.
Página 125 - They knew outside what that meant. Two men seized him by the arm and led him out of the room. At the door he was face to face with a double row of cut-throats, a prod in the rear with a pike tossed him amongst them, and then — well there were some that took a good deal of finishing off.— They did not shoot them then?— No, there was no shooting.— And the acquittals?— Well, if it was simply, 'take the citizen to the Abbaye,

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