There are times when nothing but a
forcible break in the current of our lives can restore the mind to
its normal balance. Such a break, painful as it may be at first,
brings with it the long lost power of rest. Instead of feeling the
despair we expect, we are amazed at our own indifference, which
again is succeeded by a renewed capacity for judging facts as they
are, and by a new energy to mould our lives upon a better plan.
Giovanni neither reflected upon his position nor brooded over the
probable result of his actions. On the contrary, he went to bed
and slept soundly, like a strong man tired out with bodily
exertion. He slept so long that his attendant at last woke him,
entering and opening the window. The morning was fine, and the sun
streamed in through the iron grating. Giovanni looked about him,
and realised where he was. He felt calm and strong, and was
inclined to laugh at the idea that his rashness would have any
dangerous consequences. Corona doubtless was already awake too,
and supposed that he was in the country shooting wild boar, or
otherwise amusing himself. Instead of that he was in prison. There
was no denying the fact, after all, but it was strange that he
should not care to be at liberty. He had heard of the moral
sufferings of men who are kept in confinement.
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