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And beleeve your cordial , loving comrade `` D. K. '' After reading this a dozen times , till I had it by heart , I tore the letter into small pieces and hid them in my pocket . This done , I felt lighter-hearted than for many a day , and -LRB- rather for employment than with any farther view -RRB- began lazily to rub away at my window bar . The file work 'd well . By noon the bar was half sever 'd , and I broke off to whistle a tune . 'T was -- `` Vivre en tout cas , C'est le grand soulas -- '' and I broke off to hear the key turning in my lock . The jailer 's daughter enter 'd with my second meal . Her eyes were red with weeping .