This anxiety is so strong, that one feels relieved, one breathes again, even when one has lost.

It is ruin; but then the anxiety is over." "Really, M.Balan, one would think that you yourself had had just such an experience." "Alas!" sighed the old detective, "it is to my love for the queen of spades, my unhappy love, that you owe the honour of looking through this peephole in my company.

But this fellow will sleep for a couple of hours, do not lose sight of him; I am going to smoke a cigarette in the courtyard." Albert slept four hours.

On awaking his head seemed clearer than it had been ever since his interview with Noel.

It was a terrible moment for him, when, for the first time he became fully aware of his situation.
"Now, indeed," said he, "I require all my courage." He longed to see some one, to speak, to be questioned, to explain.