How he lived through his last day in Barcelona Emile never quite knew.
A strong will, strong tobacco, and plenty of work were all aids in
helping him to preserve his sanity.
He soon arranged things with Sobrenski, and found no difficulty in
obtaining the post of messenger in the St. Petersburg affair.
He walked to the Hippodrome while the _matinee_ performance was in
progress, and left a message for Arithelli at the stage door.
Then he went back to his rooms in the Calle San Antonio, and began to
make the few necessary preparations for departure. He was not
encumbered with worldly goods, and his wardrobe was not extensive, so
there remained only to look through and destroy all documents, books,
or letters that could not be carried about or that might involve the
safety of others.
Certain songs and pieces of music he put together in a pile, the rest
he tore across and threw into a corner. He would have no need of these
amusements now. Cultivation of the fine arts is not encouraged in the
political prisons.
At five o'clock Arithelli entered the room, her clothes put on
carelessly, the grey pallor of intense weariness upon her face.
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