It seemed to him that he had forever escaped from society; and he rejoiced at it.

He would have felt relieved, had this even been the silence of the grave.

His body, as well as his mind, was weighed down with weariness.

He wanted to sit down, when he perceived a small bed, to the right, in front of the grated window, which let in the little light there was.

This bed was as welcome to him as a plank would be to a drowning man.