CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH
THOUGHTS IN PRISON
Part 1
The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. Why don’t you just tell
me what is going on with you! Why the police questioned
you! Why they’re looking for your mother?
I’ll
understand! Just tell me and I swear to God Lucy I’ll
understand. "
"I shall do neither, Sir," replied Kneebone, "unless I am requested by this lady to
withdraw,—in which case I shall comply with her request. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air. Wood as a play-room to the two boys; and, like most boy's
playrooms, it exhibited a total absence of order, or neatness. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t
you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and
affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. You're rich. “No. It is a cheering reflection, that in the present prison, with its clean, wellwhitewashed, and well-ventilated wards, its airy courts, its infirmary, its
improved regulations, and its humane and intelligent officers, many of the
miseries of the old jail are removed.
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