“I took the seat I had occupied the night before, and there I sat for hours, listening to sounds which must strike deep to the heart of the most callous among human beings⁠—the awful ravings of a dying man. From what I had heard of the medical attendant’s opinion, I knew there was no hope for him: I was sitting by his deathbed. I saw the wasted limbs⁠—which a few hours before had been distorted for the amusement of a boisterous gallery, writhing under the tortures of a burning fever⁠—I heard the clown’s shrill laugh, blending with the low murmurings of the dying man.