lay gold coins in an old stocking. They saw him anxiously feeling over

an old ragged coat in which pieces of gold were sewn, and his clammy

"He is ill! That is madness- a joyless madness- besieged by fear

They quickly went away and came before the beds of the

criminals; these unfortunate people slept side by side, in long

rows. Like a ferocious animal, one of them rose out of his sleep and

uttered a horrible cry, and gave his comrade a violent dig in the ribs

with his pointed elbow, and this one turned round in his sleep: