Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 10: under the Leads by Giacomo Casanova
page 51 of 168 (30%)
page 51 of 168 (30%)
|
God, I always felt myself grow stronger, which fact amply proves the
usefulness of prayer, whether the renewal of strength come straight from God, or whether it comes only from the trust one has in Him. On the 25th of June, on which day the Republic celebrates the wonderful appearance of St. Mark under the form of a winged lion in the ducal church, about three o'clock in the afternoon, as I was labouring on my belly at the hole, stark naked, covered with sweat, my lamp beside me. I heard with mortal fear the shriek of a bolt and the noise of the door of the first passage. It was a fearful moment! I blew out my lamp, and leaving my bar in the hole I threw into it the napkin with the shavings it contained, and as swift as lightning I replaced my bed as best I could, and threw myself on it just as the door of my cell opened. If Lawrence had come in two seconds sooner he would have caught me. He was about to walk over me, but crying out dolefully I stopped him, and he fell back, saying, "Truly, sir, I pity you, for the air here is as hot as a furnace. Get up, and thank God for giving you such good company." "Come in, my lord, come in," said he to the poor wretch who followed him. Then, without heeding my nakedness, the fellow made the noble gentleman enter, and he seeing me to be naked, sought to avoid me while I vainly tried to find my shirt. The new-comer thought he was in hell, and cried out, "Where am I? My God! where have I been put? What heat! What a stench! With whom am I?" |
|