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James Greenwood Low-Life Deeps — Chapter 24: Master Jonathan Maxsey (1881)

He was said to be fifteen, but looked younger, and, in his tight-fitting suit of prison grey, his hands and feet appeared too large for his body. His legs were slightly bowed, as though in his tender years he had been used to horse-riding - an idea that was favoured by the stablish way in which he carried between his lips a bit of what at first sight looked like straw, but which turned out to be a splinter of wood torn from the hare unplaned "bunk" which in a dark cell is the sole article of furniture.
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James Greenwood Low-Life Deeps — Chapter 24: Master Jonathan Maxsey (1881)

It must be a trying time that getting over the open space between the prison gates and the common street pathway, where, if a man have a mind to, he may speedily be lost in the crowd. In its way, the sensation must be something like that of "walking the plank" aboard ship - just a few steps, and then you go souse into that teeming sea from which you were stranded and left so dismally in the lurch six months ago.
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James Greenwood Low-Life Deeps — Chapter 24: Master Jonathan Maxsey (1881)

Their way of crossing the before-mentioned open space is entirely different. The sheep whose dye is ingrain and to the roots of its wool leaves the prison with pretty much the same air as a visitor from the country quits the train, and with easy confidence casts about him on the platform for those kind friends who he knows will be there to greet him and convey him straight to the refreshment room.
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