It is worse to sit here thinking and picturing it all than to know the worst has come at last." His hands were hot, and the pulses throbbed.

Arthur could see the shining of the dilated eyes.

Dalaber's vivid imagination had been a rather terrible companion for him during these days of darkness and solitude.

The authorities had shown some shrewd knowledge of human nature when they had shut him up alone.

Some of the culprits had been housed together in the prison, but Dalaber had been quite solitary.
It was not so evil a cell that he occupied as some of the others.
Arthur's gold had prevailed thus far.