Instantly，heuttersaloudcry，burstsintotears，andfallsonhiskneesatmyfeet，claspingmylegsinbothhisarmsandbowinghisheadtotheground。
Someyearsago，thismanatmyfeet，whoseover-fraughtheartisheavingasifitwouldburstfromhisbreast，andwhosetearsarewetuponthedressIwear，wasagalley-slaveintheNorthofItaly。Hewasapoliticaloffender，havingbeenconcernedinthethenlastrising，andwassentencedtoimprisonmentforlife。Thathewouldhavediedinhischains，iscertain，butforthecircumstancethattheEnglishmanhappenedtovisithisprison。
ItwasoneofthevileoldprisonsofItaly，andapartofitwasbelowthewatersoftheharbour。Theplaceofhisconfinementwasanarchedunder-groundandunder-watergallery，withagrill-gateattheentrance，throughwhichitreceivedsuchlightandairasitgot。Itsconditionwasinsufferablyfoul，andastrangercouldhardlybreatheinit，orseeinitwiththeaidofatorch。Attheupperendofthisdungeon，andconsequentlyintheworstposition，asbeingthefurthestremovedfromlightandair，theEnglishmanfirstbeheldhim，sittingonanironbedsteadtowhichhewaschainedbyaheavychain。HiscountenanceimpressedtheEnglishmenashavingnothingincommonwiththefacesofthemalefactorswithwhomhewasassociated，andhetalkedwithhim，andlearnthowhecametobethere。
WhentheEnglishmanemergedfromthedreadfuldenintothelightofday，heaskedhisconductor，thegovernorofthejail，whyGiovanniCarlaverowasputintotheworstplace？
’Becauseheisparticularlyrecommended，’wasthestringentanswer。