He became paler and weaker, and more fretful.

His prayers were accompanied by greater mental struggles, and watered with more tears.
He was, however, most positive in his assurances to Monsieur Crapaud that he knew the exact nature and cause of the malady that was consuming him.

It resulted, he said, from the noxious and unwholesome condition of his cell; and he would entreat Antoine to have it swept out.

After some difficulty the gaoler consented.
It was nearly a month since Monsieur the Viscount had first been startled by the appearance of the little pincushion.

The stock of paper had long been exhausted.