I was in the power of a man whom I not only detested, but despised--of a man capable of anything, and who had already given me a fatal proof of what he was able to do." "But who, then was this man ?" asked Felton.
"I passed the night on a chair, starting at the least noise, for toward midnight the lamp went out, and I was again in darkness.

But the night passed away without any fresh attempt on the part of my persecutor.

Day came; the table had disappeared, only I had still the knife in my hand.
"This knife was my only hope.
"I was worn out with fatigue.

Sleeplessness inflamed my eyes; I had not dared to sleep a single instant.

The light of day reassured me; I went and threw myself on the bed, without parting with the emancipating knife, which I concealed under my pillow.
"When I awoke, a fresh meal was served.
"This time, in spite of my terrors, in spite of my agony, I began to feel a devouring hunger.