Itwasthesethoughtsregardingtheliving，farmorethananygreatpoignancyofgriefrespectingthedead，whichaffectedHarryEsmondwhilstinprisonafterhistrial:butitmaybeimaginedthathecouldtakenocomradeofmisfortuneintotheconfidenceofhisfeelings，andtheythoughtitwasremorseandsorrowforhispatron\'slosswhichaffectedtheyoungman，inerrorofwhichopinionhechosetoleavethem。Asacompanionhewassomoodyandsilentthatthetwoofficers，hisfellow—sufferers，lefthimtohimselfmostly，likedlittleverylikelywhattheyknewofhim，consoledthemselveswithdice，cards，andthebottle，andwhiledawaytheirowncaptivityintheirownway。ItseemedtoEsmondasifhelivedyearsinthatprison:andwaschangedandagedwhenhecameoutofit。Atcertainperiodsoflifeweliveyearsofemotioninafewweeks——andlookbackonthosetimes，asongreatgapsbetweentheoldlifeandthenew。Youdonotknowhowmuchyousufferinthosecriticalmaladiesoftheheart，untilthediseaseisoverandyoulookbackonitafterwards。Duringthetime，thesufferingisatleastsufferable。Thedaypassesinmoreorlessofpain，andthenightwearsawaysomehow。\'Tisonlyinafterdaysthatweseewhatthedangerhasbeen——asamanouta—
huntingorridingforhislifelooksataleap，andwondershowheshouldhavesurvivedthetakingofit。Odarkmonthsofgriefandrage！ofwrongandcruelendurance！Heisoldnowwhorecallsyou。
Longagohehasforgivenandblestthesofthandthatwoundedhim:
butthemarkisthere，andthewoundiscicatrizedonly——notime，tears，caresses，orrepentance，canobliteratethescar。Weareindociletoputupwithgrief，however。Reficimusratesquassas:
wetempttheoceanagainandagain，andtryuponnewventures。