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over rough stone walls； and the cicala； chirping his dry hot chirp； like
a rattle。 The very dust was scorched brown； and something quivered in
the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting。
Blinds； shutters； curtains； awnings； were all closed and drawn to keep
out the stare。 Grant it but a chink or keyhole； and it shot in like a
white…hot arrow。 The churches were the freest from it。 To e out of
the twilight of pillars and arches……dreamily dotted with winking lamps；
dreamily peopled with ugly old shadows piously dozing； spitting； and
begging……was to plunge into a fiery river； and swim for life to the
nearest strip of shade。 So； with people lounging and lying wherever
shade was； with but little hum of tongues or barking of dogs； with
occasional jangling of discordant church bells and rattling of vicious
drums； Marseilles； a fact to be strongly smelt and tasted； lay broiling
in the sun one day。 In Marseilles that day there was a villainous
prison。 In one of its chambers； so repulsive a place that even the
obtrusive stare blinked at it； and left it to such refuse of reflected
light as it could find for itself； were two men。 Besides the two men；
a notched and disfigured bench； immovable from the wall； with a
draught…board rudely hacked upon it with a knife； a set of draughts；
made of old buttons and soup bones； a set of dominoes； two mats； and two
or three wine bottles。 That was all the chamber held； exclusive of rats
and other unseen vermin； in addition to the seen vermin； the two men。
It received such light as it got through a grating of iron bars
fashioned like a pretty large window； by means of which it could be
always inspected from the gloomy staircase on which the grating gave。
There was a broad strong ledge of stone to this grating where the bottom
of it was let into the masonry； three or four feet above the ground。
Upon it； one of the two men lolled； half sitting and half lying； with
his knees drawn up； and his feet and shoulders planted against the
opposite sides of the aperture。 The bars were wide enough apart to
admit of his thrusting his arm through to the elbow； and so he held on
negligently； for his greater ease。
A prison taint was on everything there。 The imprisoned air； the
imprisoned light； the imprisoned damps； the imprisoned men； were all
deteriorated by confinement。 As the captive men were faded and haggard；
so the iron was rusty； the stone was slimy； the wood was rotten； the air
was faint； the light was dim。 Like a well； like a vault； like a tomb；
the prison had no knowledge of the brightness outside； and would have
kept its polluted atmosphere intact in one of the spice islands of the
Indian ocean。
The man who lay on the ledge of the grating was even chilled。 He jerked
his great cloak more heavily upon him by an impatient movement of one
shoulder； and growled； 'To the devil with this Brigand of a Sun that
never shines in here！'
He was waiting to be fed； looking sideways through the bars that he
might see the further down the stairs； with much of the expression of
a wild beast in similar expectation。 But his eyes； too close together；
were not so nobly set in his head as those of the king of beasts are in
his； and they were sharp rather than bright……pointed weapons with little
surface to betray them。 They had no depth or change； they glittered；
and they opened and shut。 So far； and waiving their use to himself； a
clockmaker could have made a better pair。 He had a hook nose； handsome
after its kind； but too high between the eyes by probably just as much
as his eyes were too near to one another。 For the rest； he was large and
tall in frame； had thin lips； where his thick moustache showed them at
all； and a quantity of dry hair； of no definable colour； in its shaggy
state； but shot with red。 The hand with which he held the grating
（seamed all over the back with ugly scratches newly healed）； was
unusually small and plump； would have been unusually white but for the
prison grime。 The other man was lying on the stone floor； covered with a
coarse brown coat。
'Get up； pig！' growled the first。 'Don't sleep when I am hungry。'
'It's all one； master；' said the pig； in a submissive manner； and not
without cheerfulness； 'I can wake when I will； I can sleep when I will。
It's all the same。'
As he said it； he rose； shook himself； scratched himself； tied his brown
coat loosely round his neck by the sleeves （he had previously used it
as a coverlet）； and sat down upon the pavement yawning； with his back
against the wall opposite to the grating。
'Say what the hour is；' grumbled the first man。
'The mid…day bells will ring……in forty minutes。' When he made the
little pause； he had looked round the prison…room； as if for certain
information。
'You are a clock。 How is it that you always know？'
'How can I say？ I always know what the hour is； and where I am。 I was
brought in here at night； and out of a boat； but I know where I am。 See
here！ Marseilles harbour；' on his knees on the pavement； mapping it all
out with a swarthy forefinger； 'Toulon （where the galleys are）； Spain
over there； Algiers over there。 Creeping away to the left here； Nice。
Round by the Cornice to Genoa。 Genoa Mole and Harbour。 Quarantine
Ground。 City there； terrace gardens blushing with the bella donna。 Here；
Porto Fino。 Stand out for Leghorn。 Out again for Civita Vecchia； so away
to……hey！ there's no room for Naples；' he had got to the wall by this
time； 'but it's all one； it's in there！'
He remained on his knees； looking up at his fellow…prisoner with a
lively look for a prison。 A sunburnt； quick； lithe； little man； though
rather thickset。 Earrings in his brown ears； white teeth lighting up his
grotesque brown face； intensely black hair clustering about his brown
throat； a ragged red shirt open at his brown breast。 Loose； seaman…like
trousers； decent shoes； a long red cap； a red sash round his waist； and
a knife in it。
'Judge if I e back from Naples as I went！ See here； my master！ Civita
Vecchia； Leghorn； Porto Fino； Genoa； Cornice； Off Nice （which is in
there）； Marseilles； you and me。 The apartment of the jailer and his keys
is where I put this thumb； and here at my wrist they keep the national
razor in its case……the guillotine locked up。'
The other man spat suddenly on the pavement； and gurgled in his throat。
Some lock below gurgled in its throat immediately afterwards； and then
a door crashed。 Slow steps began ascending the stairs； the prattle of
a sweet little voice mingled with the noise they made； and the
prison…keeper appeared carrying his daughter； three or four years old；
and a basket。
'How goes the world this forenoon； gentlemen？ My little one； you see；
going round with me to have a peep at her father's birds。 Fie； then！
Look at the birds； my pretty； look at the birds。'
He looked sharply at the birds himself； as he held the child up at
the grate； especially at the little bird； whose activity he seemed to
mistrust。 'I have brought your bread； Signor John Baptist；' said he
（they all spoke in French； but the little man was an Italian）； 'and if I
might remend you not to game……'
'You don't remend the master！' said John Baptist； showing his teeth
as he smiled。
'Oh！ but the master wins；' returned the jailer； with a passing look of
no particular liking at the other man； 'and you lose。 It's quite another
thing。 You get husky bread and sour drink by it； and he gets sausage of
Lyons； veal in savoury jelly； white bread； strachino cheese； and good
wine by it。 Look at the birds； my pretty！'
'Poor birds！' said the child。
The fair little face； touched with divine passion； as it peeped
shrinkingly through the grate； was like an angel's in the prison。 John
Baptist rose and moved towards it； as if it had a good attraction for
him。 The other bird remained as before； except for an impatient glance
at the basket。
'Stay！' said the jailer； putting his little daughter on the outer ledge
of the grate； 'she shall feed the birds。 This big loaf is for Signor
John Baptist。 We must break it to get it through into the cage。 So；
there's a tame bird to kiss the little hand！ This sausage in a vine
leaf is for Monsieur Rigaud。 Again……this veal in savoury jelly is for
Monsieur Rigaud。 Again……these three white little loaves are for Monsieur
Rigaud。 Again； this cheese……again； this wine……again； this tobacco……all
for Monsieur Rigaud。 Lucky bird！'
The child put all these things between the bars into the soft； Smooth；
well…shaped hand； with evident dread……more than once drawing back
her own and looking at the man with her fair brow roughened into an
expression half of fright and half of anger。 Whereas she had put the
lump of coarse bread into the swart； scaled； knotted hands of John
Baptist （who had scarcely as much nail on his eight fingers and two
thumbs as would have made out one for Monsieur Rigaud）； with ready
confidence； and； when he kissed her hand； had herself passed it
caressingly over his face。 Monsieur Rigaud； indifferent to this
distinction； propitiated the father by laughing and nodding at the
daughter as often as she gave him anything； and； so soon as he had
all his viands about him in convenient nooks of the