Marcus Clarke, For the Term of His Natural Life…
“ There was an instant's pause, and then old Pine walked, unmolested, down the prison and knelt by the body of Rufus Dawes.The sight of the familiar figure, so calmly performing its familiar duty, restored all that submission to recognized authority which strict discipline begets. The convicts slunk away into their berths, or officiously ran to help "the doctor," with affectation of intense obedience. The prison was like a schoolroom, into which the master had suddenly returned. "Stand back, my lads! Take him up, two of you, and carry him to the door. The poor fellow won't hurt you." ”
