My Ten Years' Imprisonment by Silvio Pellico
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lopped of Nature's fairest proportions, and was born the son of a
robber. A humane, generous heart, in an age of innocence, is always respectable. I looked on him, therefore, from day to day with increased affection, and was more than ever desirous of cultivating his good qualities, and his growing intelligence. Nay, perhaps we might both live to get out of prison, when I would establish him in the college for the deaf and dumb, and thus open for him a path more fortunate and pleasing than to play the part of a shirro. Whilst thus pleasingly engaged in meditating his future welfare, two of the under-jailers one day walked into my cell. "You must change your quarters, sir!" "What mean you by that?" "We have orders to remove you into another chamber." "Why so?" "Some other great bird has been caged, and this being the better apartment--you understand." "Oh, yes! it is the first resting-place for the newly arrived." They conveyed me to the opposite side of the court, where I could no longer converse with my little deaf and dumb friend, and was far removed from the ground floor. In walking across, I beheld the poor boy sitting on the ground, overcome with grief and astonishment, for he knew he had lost me. Ere I quite disappeared, he ran towards me; my conductors tried to drive him away, but he reached me, and I |
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