Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
The unhappy father giving no signs of returning animation, the captain
grew weary of watching one with whom he was not even acquainted, when
his aid was so much more required by others: placing him, therefore, in
a situation as far removed as possible from danger, he at length brought
the old nurse sufficiently to reason, to induce her to watch by the side
of her master, while he, and Pedro, continued their search for Luis.
His purpose was first to visit, if possible, the palace of the Conde
d'Almeida, in case Luis should have thought of returning homeward, and
not hearing of him in that neighbourhood, to work his way to the
outskirts of the city, and to make inquiries for him at every place
where he found people collected, among whom he could discover any of his
acquaintance, intending either to return himself, or to despatch some
one with assistance to Goncalo Christovao.
Volume 2, Chapter XII.
It would be impossible to describe, and difficult even to conceive, a
scene in which a greater assemblage of crime, wretchedness, and filth
was to be found, than that which, at the time we write of, was offered
by the prison of Lisbon.
In a courtyard, where the prisoners were allowed to take whatever fresh
air descended within the precincts of that abode of wretchedness, were
now collected a number of unfortunate beings, on the countenance of
every one of whom might be traced the marks of fierce ungovernable
passions, sullen and vindictive humours, a low cunning which had
overreached itself, and was longing again for freedom to indemnify
itself for its fault. Some were endeavouring to warm themselves in the
narrow strip of sunshine which found its way into the courtyard; others
were staking all they possessed, a few coppers, perhaps, at games of
dice, their eagerness as great as that of the man who is hazarding his
thousands; some were carrying on a silent game at cards, the loser, by
the motion of his hand towards the place where his dagger used to be,
proving the use he would have made of it had he been armed. There were
also various other games going forward; but by far the greater number of
the inmates of the prison were sitting down, staring with apathetic
looks on the ground, and thinking of past, or planning fresh, deeds of
wickedness; and though there was every variety of cast of features, and,
apparently, many different nations--blacks, mulattos, and Europeans, the
same expression and squalor universally prevailed.
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