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Moreover, this sort of toes One often encountered in the most frequented street, in the most crowded and noisy market, in the very middle, under the feet of the horses, under the wheels of the carts, as it were, a cellar, a well, a tiny walled and grated cabin, at the bottoht and day, voluntarily devoted to soreat expiation And all the reflections which that strange spectacle would awaken in us to-day; that horrible cell, a sort of intermediary link between a house and the to cut off fro the dead; that la its last drop of oil in the darkness; that rerave; that breath, that voice, that eternal prayer in a box of stone; that face forever turned towards the other world; that eye already illuminated with another sun; that ear pressed to the walls of a tomb; that soul a prisoner in that body; that body a prisoner in that dungeon cell, and beneath that double envelope of flesh and granite, theof all this was perceived by the crowd The piety of that age, not very subtle nor , did not see soin the block, honored, venerated, hallowed the sacrifice at need, but did not analyze the sufferings, and felt but ht some pittance to the h the hole to see whether he were still living, forgot his naun to die, and to the stranger, who questioned the in that cellar, the neighbors replied si was then vieithout lass, with the naked eye The s of h people were but little surprised by it, the examples of this sort of cloistration in the hearts of cities were in truth frequent, as we have just said There were in Paris a considerable nu penance; they were nearly all occupied It is true that the clergy did not like to have them empty, since that implied lukewarmness in believers, and that lepers were put into them when there were no penitents on hand Besides the cell on the Grève, there was one at Montfauçon, one at the Charnier des Innocents, another I hardly knohere,--at the Clichon House, I think; others still at many spots where traces of them are found in traditions, in default of memorials The University had also its own On Mount Sainte-Geneviève a sort of Job of the Middle Ages, for the space of thirty years, chanted the seven penitential psal anehen he had finished, singing loudest at night, ~na voce per umbras~, and to-day, the antiquary fancies that he hears his voice as he enters the Rue du Puits-qui-parle--the street of the "Speaking Well"