A feeling of gratitude thrilled through
his frame, as he once more inhaled the free air of heaven, that he had
escaped the terrible fate which a few hours before had seemed
inevitable.
With faltering step,--for now that his Herculean task was accomplished,
the reality of his weakened physical condition was painfully
apparent,--he walked round the jail, to satisfy himself that no one was
in the vicinity. The sun was set, and the shades of night were gathering
upon the earth. The time was favorable for his escape. Having satisfied
himself that he was unobserved, he hastened to the garden, which was
close at hand, to procure the means of invigorating his own body, and
restoring to life and animation the partner of his captivity. Fruit of
various kinds--melons, figs--rewarded his anxious search. Filling his
handkerchief with cantelopes and figs, he hastened back to the jail,
with all the speed his weary limbs would permit. His thoughts were fixed
upon his wife, whose suffering had pierced his soul more deeply than all
the anxiety and doubt he had experienced on his own account.
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