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THE first of the nights is this, and I cannot go to bed; / I long for the dawning sorely, although when the night shall be dead, / Scarce to me shall the day be alive. Twice twenty-eight nights more, / Twice twenty-eight long days till the evil dream be o'er!
And he, does he count the hours as he lies in his prison-cell?