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Chapter 11. Let Loose

           Ihavelaininprisonforsecurity,withtheplaceofmyconfinementkeptasecret,lestIshouldbetornoutofitandfelledbyahundredblows.IhavebeencartedoutofMarseillesinthedeadofnight,andcarriedleaguesawayfromitpackedinstraw.Ithasnotbeensafeformetogonearmyhouse;and,withabeggar’spittanceinmypocket,Ihavewalkedthroughvilemudandweathereversince,untilmyfeetarecrippled—lookatthem!Sucharethehumiliationsthatsocietyhasinflicteduponme,possessingthequalitiesIhavementioned,andwhichyouknowmetopossess.Butsocietyshallpayforit.’

           Allthishesaidinhiscompanion’sear,andwithhishandbeforehislips.

           ‘Evenhere,’hewentoninthesameway,‘eveninthismeandrinking-shop,societypursuesme.Madamedefamesme,andherguestsdefameme.I,too,agentlemanwithmannersandaccomplishmentstostrikethemdead!Butthewrongssocietyhasheapeduponmearetreasuredinthisbreast.’

           ToallofwhichJohnBaptist,listeningattentivelytothesuppressedhoarsevoice,saidfromtimetotime,‘Surely,surely!’tossinghisheadandshuttinghiseyes,asifthereweretheclearestcaseagainstsocietythatperfectcandourcouldmakeout.

           ‘Putmyshoesthere,’continuedLagnier.‘Hangmycloaktodrytherebythedoor.Takemyhat.’Heobeyedeachinstruction,asitwasgiven.‘Andthisisthebedtowhichsocietyconsignsme,isit?Hah.

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