The Curse Upon Mitre Square — page 40: what you’re looking at

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32, THE CURSE UPON MITRE SQUARE. curious, incoherent words. In his abstraction he did not notice the Prior, and started when that kind man, who had been disturbed at his devotion by Martin’s strange manner, came up to him and tried to soothe him and bid him go to rest. That evening the Prior asked Martin to remain alone in his cell: for a day or two, and arranged for a man to supply him with his wants. Cooped up in that little cell the monk grew worse. For hours together he paced the room like a caged beast, and as each day. began to wane, a look of exultation, of fiendish delight overspread his counten- ance. ‘I'he nights brought him no rest; he did not cease his wanderings. He dared not sleep ; his object was to count the hours, and time his appearance in the church. He did not eat, and the feeble frame got wasted ; nor did he sleep, and the mind got no rest. The raging passion told on the wasted frame and the excited brain—the man was going mad ! He knew it, but it gave him no concern. One anxiety only did he feel—to meet the woman at the hour and place appointed. The monk had method in his madness, and knew that if seen before that fatal hour his purpose would be foiled. ‘Those wild eyes, that excited expression, that wasted frame, spoke of insanity. Martin felt it, and longed for his time to come. — Hour after hour he paced the room until the end of the day before that appointed ior the meeting, when a strange thing happened. Peering out into the dark corridor to see if he was unobserved, and waiting —comicbooks.com —