Part 3 - Emile Gaboriau - Bog

"And you, my friends, how shall I ever express to you my gratitude? Ah! if incomparable talents, and matchless zeal and ability, had sufficed, I know I should be free. But instead of that"-he pointed at the little door through which he was to pass, and said in a heartrending tone, - "Instead of that, there is the door to the galleys. Henceforth"- A sob cut short his words. His strength was exhausted; for if there are, so to say, no limits to the power of endurance of the spirit, the energy of the body has its bounds. Refusing the arm which the sergeant offered him, he rushed out of the room