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The Governor of the prison thinks I have no cause of complaint against him or his jailors. He is right, and it would be wrong of me to complain; they have done their duty, they have kept me safe; and then they have been complaisant at my arrival and departure. Ought I not to be satisfied?
This Governor, with his benign smile, his soft words, his eye which flatters and spies, his coarse heavy hands, -- he is the incarnation of a prison!