"Is my poor friend Maroncelli among them?"

"Ah, Sir, too many . . . I know not who." And he went away in great
emotion, casting on me a look of compassion.

Shortly after came the jailer, attended by the assistants, and by a
man whom I had never before seen. The latter opened his subject as
follows: "The commission, Sir, has given orders that you come with
me!"

"Let us go, then," I replied; "may I ask who you are?"

"I am jailer of the San Michele prisons, where I am going to take
you."

The jailer of the Piombi delivered to the new governor the money
belonging to me which he had in his hands. I obtained permission to
make some little present to the under jailers; I then put my clothes
in order, put my Bible under my arm, and departed. In descending
the immense track of staircases, Tremerello for a moment took my
hand; he pressed it as much as to say, "Unhappy man! you are lost."

We came out at a gate which opened upon the lake, and there stood a
gondola with two under jailers belonging to San Michele.

I entered the boat with feelings of the most contradictory nature;
regret at leaving the prison of the Piombi, where I had suffered so
much, but where I had become attached to some individuals, and they
to me; the pleasure of beholding once more the sky, the city, and