About
noon
I saw her even yesterday go in her carriage with her bridegroom , for it was only yesterday she was married . Every word spoken by my neighbour was a dagger in my heart . How often were these my tortures renewed , for each of my customers repeated the story , one painting it more frightfully than the other , though none could speak all the horrors I had myself witnessed . About noon an officer from the magistrate entered my shop , and requesting me to dismiss the customers , and , producing the things I missed , he said , `` Senore Zaleukos , do you own these things ? '' I hesitated a moment whether I had not better disown them altogether , but seeing through the half-open door my landlord and several acquaintances , who might perhaps witness against me , I determined not to aggravate the affair by telling a falsehood , and so owned the things produced . The officer desired me to follow him , and led me to a large building , which I soon recognised as a prison . He showed me into an apartment to await further orders .