In this humour of passive resistance, and with his garment collected beneath him to keep his limbs from the wet pavement, Isaac sat in a corner of his dungeon
, where his folded hands, his dishevelled hair and beard, his furred cloak and high cap, seen by the wiry and broken light, would have afforded a study for Rembrandt, had that celebrated painter existed at the period.
To the one, nights spent in dancing had seemed made of minutes instead of hours; to the other, those selfsame nights had been like all other nights of dungeon
life and seemed made of slow, dragging weeks instead of hours and minutes.
Send your soldiers at once to open the dungeon
door, or you shall have mumps before the morning sun has risen on the hills of Jolliginki."
This process, however, afforded me no means of ascertaining the dimensions of my dungeon
; as I might make its circuit, and return to the point whence I set out, without being aware of the fact; so perfectly uniform seemed the wall.
They locked the mercer in the same dungeon
where he had passed the night, and left him to himself during the day.
He descended fifteen steps, and the door of a dungeon
was opened, and he was thrust in.
Then slowly they retreated but this time with a strange grating sound and finally they disappeared in some black and distant recess of my dungeon
And so when they led her from her dungeon
, through long, dark corridors, and up a flight of concrete steps to a brilliant courtyard, she went willingly, even gladly--for was she not among the servants of God?
His blind and aged father and his gentle sister lay in a noisome dungeon
while he enjoyed the free air and the society of her whom he loved.
These tunnels of cells usually terminated in a sack of a lowest dungeon
, with a vat-like bottom, where Dante placed Satan, where society placed those condemned to death.
"Because if I were even to put my foot inside one of those horrible dungeons
, I should fancy I was buried there forever."
Would they not rather have poisoned me at my meals, or with the fumes of wax, as they did my ancestress, Jeanne d'Albret?" Suddenly, the chill of the dungeons
seemed to fall like a wet cloak upon Louis's shoulders.