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           But,asifbyarefinementofcruelty,Dr.Monyghamwasleftformonthstodecayslowlyinthedarknessofhisgrave-likeprison.Itwasnodoubthopedthatitwouldfinishhimoffwithoutthetroubleofanexecution;butDr.Monyghamhadanironconstitution.ItwasGuzmanBentowhodied,notbytheknifethrustofaconspirator,butfromastrokeofapoplexy,andDr.Monyghamwasliberatedhastily.Hisfetterswerestruckoffbythelightofacandle,which,aftermonthsofgloom,hurthiseyessomuchthathehadtocoverhisfacewithhishands.Hewasraisedup.Hisheartwasbeatingviolentlywiththefearofthisliberty.Whenhetriedtowalktheextraordinarylightnessofhisfeetmadehimgiddy,andhefelldown.Twostickswerethrustintohishands,andhewaspushedoutofthepassage.Itwasdusk;candlesglimmeredalreadyinthewindowsoftheofficers’quartersroundthecourtyard;butthetwilightskydazedhimbyitsenormousandoverwhelmingbrilliance.Athinponchohungoverhisnaked,bonyshoulders;theragsofhistrouserscamedownnolowerthanhisknees;aneighteenmonths’growthofhairfellindirtygreylocksoneachsideofhissharpcheek-bones.Ashedraggedhimselfpasttheguard-roomdoor,oneofthesoldiers,lollingoutside,movedbysomeobscureimpulse,leapedforwardwithastrangelaughandrammedabrokenoldstrawhatonhishead.AndDr.Monygham,afterhavingtottered,continuedonhisway.