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Only the slight limping shuffle could be heard. There wasan air of moody detachment in that painful prowl kept upwithout a pause. When the door of the prison was suddenlyflung open and his name shouted out he showed no surprise.He swerved sharply in his walk, and passed out at once, asthough much depended upon his speed; but Captain Mitchellremained for some time with his shoulders against thewall, quite undecided in the bitterness of his spirit whetherit wouldn’t be better to refuse to stir a limb in the way ofprotest. He had half a mind to get himself carried out, butafter the officer at the door had shouted three or four timesin tones of remonstrance and surprise he condescended towalk out.Sotillo’s manner had changed. The colonel’s off-handcivility was slightly irresolute, as though he were in doubtif civility were the proper course in this case. He observedCaptain Mitchell attentively before he spoke from the bigarmchair behind the table in a condescending voice—‘I have concluded not to detain you, Senor Mitchell. I amof a forgiving disposition. I make allowances. Let this be alesson to you, however.’The peculiar dawn of Sulaco, which seems to break faraway to the westward and creep back into the shade of themountains, mingled with the reddish light of the candles.Captain Mitchell, in sign of contempt and indifference, lethis eyes roam all over the room, and he gave a hard stare tothe doctor, perched already on the casement of one of thewindows, with his eyelids lowered, careless and thoughtful—orperhaps ashamed.