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a wild beast in similar expectation。 But his eyes； too close together；
were not so nobly set in his head as those of the king of beasts are in
his； and they were sharp rather than bright……pointed weapons with little
surface to betray them。 They had no depth or change； they glittered；
and they opened and shut。 So far； and waiving their use to himself； a
clockmaker could have made a better pair。 He had a hook nose； handsome
after its kind； but too high between the eyes by probably just as much
as his eyes were too near to one another。 For the rest； he was large and
tall in frame； had thin lips； where his thick moustache showed them at
all； and a quantity of dry hair； of no definable colour； in its shaggy
state； but shot with red。 The hand with which he held the grating
（seamed all over the back with ugly scratches newly healed）； was
unusually small and plump； would have been unusually white but for the
prison grime。 The other man was lying on the stone floor； covered with a
coarse brown coat。
'Get up； pig！' growled the first。 'Don't sleep when I am hungry。'
'It's all one； master；' said the pig； in a submissive manner； and not
without cheerfulness； 'I can wake when I will； I can sleep when I will。
It's all the same。'
As he said it； he rose； shook himself； scratched himself； tied his brown
coat loosely round his neck by the sleeves （he had previously used it
as a coverlet）； and sat down upon the pavement yawning； with his back
against the wall opposite to the grating。
'Say what the hour is；' grumbled the first man。
'The mid…day bells will ring……in forty minutes。' When he made the
little pause； he had looked round the prison…room； as if for certain
information。
'You are a clock。 How is it that you always know？'
'How can I say？ I always know what the hour is； and where I am。 I was
brought in here at night； and out of a boat； but I know where I am。 See
here！ Marseilles harbour；' on his knees on the pavement； mapping it all
out with a swarthy forefinger； 'Toulon （where the galleys are）； Spain
over there； Algiers over there。 Creeping away to the left here； Nice。
Round by the Cornice to Genoa。 Genoa Mole and Harbour。 Quarantine
Ground。 City there； terrace gardens blushing with the bella donna。 Here；
Porto Fino。 Stand out for Leghorn。 Out again for Civita Vecchia； so away
to……hey！ there's no room for Naples；' he had got to the wall by this
time； 'but it's all one； it's in there！'
He remained on his knees； looking up at his fellow…prisoner with a
lively look for a prison。 A sunburnt； quick； lithe； little man； though
rather thickset。 Earrings in his brown ears； white teeth lighting up his
grotesque brown face； intensely black hair clustering about his brown
throat； a ragged red shirt open at his brown breast。 Loose； seaman…like
trousers； decent shoes； a long red cap； a red sash round his waist； and
a knife in it。
'Judge if I e back from Naples as I went！ See here； my master！ Civita
Vecchia； Leghorn； Porto Fino； Genoa； Cornice； Off Nice （which is in
there）； Marseilles； you and me。 The apartment of the jailer and his keys
is where I put this thumb； and here at my wrist they keep the national
razor in its case……the guillotine locked up。'
The other man spat suddenly on the pavement； and gurgled in his throat。
Some lock below gurgled in its throat immediately afterwards； and then
a door crashed。 Slow steps began ascending the stairs； the prattle of
a sweet little voice mingled with the noise they made； and the
prison…keeper appeared carrying his daughter； three or four years old；
and a basket。
'How goes the world this forenoon； gentlemen？ My little one； you see；
going round with me to have a peep at her father's birds。 Fie； then！
Look at the birds； my pretty； look at the birds。'
He looked sharply at the birds himself； as he held the child up at
the grate； especially at the little bird； whose activity he seemed to
mistrust。 'I have brought your bread； Signor John Baptist；' said he
（they all spoke in French； but the little man was an Italian）； 'and if I
might remend you not to game……'
'You don't remend the master！' said John Baptist； showing his teeth
as he smiled。
'Oh！ but the master wins；' returned the jailer； with a passing look of
no particular liking at the other man； 'and you lose。 It's quite another
thing。 You get husky bread and sour drink by it； and he gets sausage of
Lyons； veal in savoury jelly； white bread； strachino cheese； and good
wine by it。 Look at the birds； my pretty！'
'Poor birds！' said the child。
The fair little face； touched with divine passion； as it peeped
shrinkingly through the grate； was like an angel's in the prison。 John
Baptist rose and moved towards it； as if it had a good attraction for
him。 The other bird remained as before； except for an impatient glance
at the basket。
'Stay！' said the jailer； putting his little daughter on the outer ledge
of the grate； 'she shall feed the birds。 This big loaf is for Signor
John Baptist。 We must break it to get it through into the cage。 So；
there's a tame bird to kiss the little hand！ This sausage in a vine
leaf is for Monsieur Rigaud。 Again……this veal in savoury jelly is for
Monsieur Rigaud。 Again……these three white little loaves are for Monsieur
Rigaud。 Again； this cheese……again； this wine……again； this tobacco……all
for Monsieur Rigaud。 Lucky bird！'
The child put all these things between the bars into the soft； Smooth；
well…shaped hand； with evident dread……more than once drawing back
her own and looking at the man with her fair brow roughened into an
expression half of fright and half of anger。 Whereas she had put the
lump of coarse bread into the swart； scaled； knotted hands of John
Baptist （who had scarcely as much nail on his eight fingers and two
thumbs as would have made out one for Monsieur Rigaud）； with ready
confidence； and； when he kissed her hand； had herself passed it
caressingly over his face。 Monsieur Rigaud； indifferent to this
distinction； propitiated the father by laughing and nodding at the
daughter as often as she gave him anything； and； so soon as he had
all his viands about him in convenient nooks of the ledge on which he
rest