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"The other patient lay in a back room across a second staircase,

which was a species of loft over a stable. There was a low

plastered ceiling to a part of it; the rest was open, to the

ridge of the tiled roof, and there were beams across. Hay and

straw were stored in that portion of the place, fagots for

firing, and a heap of apples in sand. I had to pass through that

part, to get at the other. My memory is circumstantial and

unshaken. I try it with these details, and I see them all, in

this my cell in the Bastille, near the close of the tenth year of

my captivity, as I saw them all that night.