The only light which entered was through the cracks of the old
broken door, but these were so wide and numerous that I could see the
whole of the room which I had just quitted. Sick and faint, with the
shadow of death still clouding my wits, I was none the less fascinated
by the scene which lay before me.
My thin friend, with the same prim composure upon his emaciated face,
had seated himself again upon the box. With his hands clasped round one
of his knees he was rocking slowly backwards and forwards; and I
noticed, in the lamplight, that his jaw muscles were contracting
rhythmically, like the gills of a fish. Beside him stood Lesage, his
white face glistening with moisture and his loose lip quivering with
fear. Every now and then he would make a vigorous attempt to compose
his features, but after each rally a fresh wave of terror would sweep
everything before it, and set him shaking once more. As to Toussac, he
stood before the fire, a magnificent figure, with the axe held down by
his leg, and his head thrown back in defiance, so that his great black
beard bristled straight out in front of him.
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