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expectation of seeing new guests arrive was soon realized. On the 13th of January, 1795, about twelve o’clock at night, I heard the screaming noise produced by the wheels of a carriage passing over ground covered with frozen snow. The door of the prison was unbolted, and I heard people entering it. I sat upon my bed, and lent an attentive ear to what was going on. The door of the next