"At my first being acquainted
with the place," says this writer, in the 'Miseries of a Prison,' "the prisoners,
methought, walking up and down the Stone Hall, looked like so many wrecks
upon the sea. I never have known you. ”
“I can’t work. "I never told anybody," she went on. “They mould one insensibly. ”
“I had to,” she repeated. It was clear it must be to-morrow. We,
ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago.
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