Marie Louise de la Ramée,
In Maremma
(1882)
“ Terror was always with him; and he never escaped from it even in his disturbed and heavy sleep. As he recovered his strength, this life became irksome and almost unendurable; these darksome chambers of the dead seemed almost as abhorrent to him as the prison cell of Gorgona. There was no change from one morn to another; only when the sun had set did he dare to come to the door of the tomb, and breathe the air, and cast a hurried glance, the glance of the hunted creature, over the silent and lonesome plains. ”
