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- # VI.
## Overview
This section, labeled "VI.", is a textual component extracted from the novel *Pierre; or, The Ambiguities* by Herman Melville. It spans lines 15997 to 16037 of its source file and details a pivotal scene in the narrative.
## Context
"VI." is part of [BOOK XXVI. A WALK: A FOREIGN PORTRAIT: A SAIL: AND THE END.](arke:01KG8AJV19W1VB1DSZZ5CS6M4R), the concluding chapter of the novel. It follows [V.](arke:01KG8AKJA166WYY3B7ZVDAWJTA), which describes Pierre's violent confrontation with Glen and Fred, and precedes [VII.](arke:01KG8AKJA1J1H7HZP7GS21MS0J), which depicts the immediate aftermath. The section was extracted from the digital text file [pierre.txt](arke:01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A), which is part of the larger [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection.
## Contents
The section describes Pierre's solitary confinement in a city prison dungeon following his act of violence. He reflects on his life choices, lamenting his fate and expressing a desire for death. The scene intensifies with the arrival of his wife, Lucy, and his cousin, Isabel, who are pushed into his cell by a turnkey. Isabel's anguished words reveal a deeper tragedy, leading to Lucy's collapse and death. Pierre then seizes a vial from Isabel, implying a shared, fatal resolution. This section marks a critical turning point, depicting the immediate consequences of Pierre's actions and setting the stage for the novel's tragic conclusion.
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That sundown, Pierre stood solitary in a low dungeon of the city prison.
The cumbersome stone ceiling almost rested on his brow; so that the long
tiers of massive cell-galleries above seemed partly piled on him. His
immortal, immovable, bleached cheek was dry; but the stone cheeks of the
walls were trickling. The pent twilight of the contracted yard, coming
through the barred arrow-slit, fell in dim bars upon the granite floor.
"Here, then, is the untimely, timely end;--Life's last chapter well
stitched into the middle! Nor book, nor author of the book, hath any
sequel, though each hath its last lettering!--It is ambiguous still. Had
I been heartless now, disowned, and spurningly portioned off the girl
at Saddle Meadows, then had I been happy through a long life on earth,
and perchance through a long eternity in heaven! Now, 'tis merely hell
in both worlds. Well, be it hell. I will mold a trumpet of the flames,
and, with my breath of flame, breathe back my defiance! But give me
first another body! I long and long to die, to be rid of this dishonored
cheek. _Hung by the neck till thou be dead._--Not if I forestall you,
though!--Oh now to live is death, and now to die is life; now, to my
soul, were a sword my midwife!--Hark!--the hangman?--who comes?"
"Thy wife and cousin--so they say;--hope they may be; they may stay till
twelve;" wheezingly answered a turnkey, pushing the tottering girls into
the cell, and locking the door upon them.
"Ye two pale ghosts, were this the other world, ye were not welcome.
Away!--Good Angel and Bad Angel both!--For Pierre is neuter now!"
"Oh, ye stony roofs, and seven-fold stony skies!--not thou art the
murderer, but thy sister hath murdered thee, my brother, oh my brother!"
At these wailed words from Isabel, Lucy shrunk up like a scroll, and
noiselessly fell at the feet of Pierre.
He touched her heart.--"Dead!--Girl! wife or sister, saint or
fiend!"--seizing Isabel in his grasp--"in thy breasts, life for infants
lodgeth not, but death-milk for thee and me!--The drug!" and tearing her
bosom loose, he seized the secret vial nesting there.
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