ONE:One evening he was at the Opera ball, then frequented by people in good society. Masked or not, they were equally known to M. d��Espinchal, who as he walked through the rooms saw a man whom he actually did not know, wandering about with distracted looks. He went up to him, asking if he could be of any use, and was told by the perplexed stranger that he had just arrived from Orl��ans with his wife, who had insisted on coming to the Opera ball, that he had lost her in the crowd, and that she did not know the name of the h?tel or street where they were. ��Calm yourself,�� said M. d��Espinchal, ��Madame, your wife is sitting by the second window in the foyer. I will take you to her,�� which he did. The husband overwhelmed him with thanks and asked how he could possibly have known her.The prison of the Carmes was a very different abode to Port Libre, and it was just at its worst time, but still T��r��zia used afterwards to declare that she, after a time, got accustomed to the horrors of the prison. The constant presence of death made them more and more callous, and they would play games together like children, even enacting the scenes of execution which they had every prospect of going through in reality. Their room, or cell, looked out into the garden, through a grating, into which, however, they could not go; a single mattress in a corner served for their bed.
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