He had no occasion to use it again, though he went on with his work during several hours.
The thoughts which had passed through his brain recurred, and did not diminish in clearness.

On the contrary, it was as though the passing impulse of the morning had grown during those short hours into a settled and unchangeable resolution.

Once he rose from his stool, and going to the corner, dragged away the iron-bound safe from its place.

A rusty ring lay flat in a little hollow in the surface of the trap-door.

Marzio bent over it with a pale face and gleaming eyes.