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MORNING found me cheerful and much refreshed in spirit, but famished in body, for those sons of dogs who kept the guardhouse had left me supperless.
I was beginning to fear that Quéniart had made too sure that I should be hanged, and with a saintly solicitude for the welfare of my soul had deemed it best that I should fast a while in preparation; but in the end my breakfast came. A scanty one, 'tis true--half of a tough capon, from which soup had been boiled for every other inmate of the guardhouse before it was roasted, and a _demi-litre_ of wine, which was first cousin to vinegar. Still, I partook of it; and if it did not give me strength, at least it duped my hunger for the while, and paved the way for a hearty meal which I hoped to reckon with anon.