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more or less frequently, and for two days and nights he neither ate nor spoke. The Tombs cells are built of thick stone, entered through a heavy iron door, that is provided with a small grating. Tulitz's cell was on the second tier. Around this tier extends a narrow gallery, along which the guard walks every now and then, to see that all is as it should be. The guard annoyed Tulitz. Every time he passed he would peer in and give a sort of grunt. This became painfully exasperating to the Baron. [Illustration: "FI' TOUSANT TOLLAIRE! VY YOU NOT MAKE HIM A HUNTRET TOUSANT?"] Late in the afternoon of the second day of his imprisonment, Tulitz, desperate with hunger, rage, and despair, sat down upon the stool in his cell and glared viciously at the grating. The guard's face was there. "Ha!" cried Tulitz, in a shrill voice, "keep avay! You tink I von tam mouse, and you ze cat, hey? You sit outside ze cage viz your claw out and your tail stiff, ready to pounce on ze mouse. _Mon Dieu!_ How I hate!" The guard unlocked the iron door and stepped inside. "Don't make sech a racket over nawthin'," he said. "De warden says yer gotter do some eatin'." "I kill ze warden if he keep not his _mechant chute_!" "Wotcher goin' ter do? Starve?" "If I choose starve, how you prevent him, hey? How make you me eat? _Voila, bete!_" Tulitz drew himself to his full height, turned up his shirt-sleeves and bared his great, muscular arm. "Oh, all right," said the guard. "It's all one to me. Starve if yer wanter. I'm agreeable." "I vant notting, _rien, rien_!" said Tulitz. "I vant to be leave alone." "Dat aint much. Mos' people wat comes here is more graspin'. Mos' people wants ter git out." "Ha!" said Tulitz. "De warden said fer me ter come in here an' tell yer' he'd send fer anybody yer wanter see." "Zere is nopotty." "Aincher got no friends?" "Ven I haf money, I have friend--_beaucoup_, more friend as I know vat to do viz. I haf no money now." "Wot's your bail?" "Fi' tousant tollaire! Bah! Vat is fi' tousant tollaire? Many time I spend him viz no more care as I light my cigar. A bagatelle! But," and he added this with a curiously grim expression, "I haf no bagatelle to-day." The guard sidled up to Tulitz and whispered in his ear, "What'll yer gimme if I gitcher a bondsman?" "Ha!" said Tulitz, "you haf ze man?" "I knows a man," replied the guard reflectively, "who might do it on my recommend. Sometimes, w
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