dropship oil paintings

dropship oil paintings
Mediterranean paintings
Ordinarily, prisoners were questioned in their own cells, but with M. Bonacieux they did not use so many formalities.
In the evening, at the moment when he had made his mind up to lie down upon the bed, he heard steps in his corridor. These steps drew near to his cell, the door was thrown open, and the guards appeared.
“Follow me,” said an officer, who came behind the guards.
“Ah, my God, my God!” murmured the poor mercer, “now, indeed, I am lost!”
And, mechanically and without resistance, he followed the guards who came for him.
He passed along the corridor, crossed a first court, then a second part of the building. At length, at the gate of the outer court, he found a carriage surrounded by four guards on horseback. They made him get into this carriage, the officer placed himself by his side, the door was locked, and both were left in a rolling prison.