When he had turned many angles in this corridor, he still listened. The same silence reigned, and there was the same darkness around him. He was out of breath;he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was cold; the perspiration lay ice-cold on his brow; he straightened himself up with a shiver.
Then, there alone in the darkness, trembling with cold and with something else, too, perchance, he meditated.