human
In this way four miserable days and nights went by, and, thus imprisoned, we knew not what to do. We had waited long, hopeful of my father’s return, and, _mon Dieu!_ he came not at all. The Duke was for going forth again at night and some way escaping alone, fearing that to be caught in our company might more surely bring us into trouble when at last we should be forced, soon or late, to come out to the light. Meanwhile, this blackness, for it was not mere darkness, became more terrible than I can make any one comprehend. As I remember, there were long talks of what to do, with vain endings, and, in between, great, awful silences.
gpt
I used to get frightened then, said the Duke, looking up from the fire.
human
One seemed so absolutely alone. I used to resist for a time, and at last put out a hand to take hold of your mother’s skirt for company. Once or twice the poor baby screamed so loud that he had to be kept quiet by a little _eau de vie_, lest some one coming overhead should hear; for, indeed, in this vault his cries seemed like shouts, and one heard better because one could not see. Do you remember that, Des Illes? But I used to wish that baby would cry all day.