Marcus Clarke

“ Rufus Dawes, too much astonished to speak, bent his black eyes upon the man who crouched at his feet, and a ray of divine pity penetrated his gloomy soul. He seemed to catch a glimpse of misery more profound than his own, and his stubborn heart felt human sympathy with this erring brother. "Then in this hell there is yet a man," said he; and a hand-grasp passed between these two unhappy beings. North arose, and, with averted face, passed quickly from the cell. Rufus Dawes looked at his hand which his strange visitor had taken, and something glittered there. ”

“ Rufus Dawes picked up the heavy cat, and drew its knotted lashes between his fingers.
"Go on, Dawes," whispered Kirkland, without turning his head. "You are no more than another man."
"What does he say?" asked Burgess.
"Telling him to cut light, sir," said Troke, eagerly lying; "they all do it." ”

“ Suddenly, Macklewain saw his head droop on his shoulder. "Throw him off! Throw him off!" he cried, and Troke hurried to loosen the thongs.
"Fling some water over him!" said Burgess; "he's shamming."
A bucket of water made Kirkland open his eyes. "I thought so," said Burgess. "Tie him up again."
"No. Not if you are Christians!" cried North.
He met with an ally where he least expected one. Rufus Dawes flung down the dripping cat. "I'll flog no more," said he.
"What?" roared Burgess, furious at this gross insolence.
"I'll flog no more. Get someone else to do your bloody work for you. I won't." ”