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A prison taint was on everything there. The imprisoned air, the imprisoned light, the imprisoned damps, the imprisoned men, were all deteriorated by confinement.
Like a well, like a vault, like a tomb, the prison had no knowledge of the brightness outside,
'To the devil with this Brigand of a Sun that never shines in here!'
'Here I am! See me! Shaken out of destiny's dice-box into the company of a mere smuggler;—shut
If you try to prejudice me by making out that I have lived by my wits—how do your lawyers live—your politicians—your intriguers—your men of the Exchange?'
He had a certain air of being a handsome man—which he was not; and a certain air of being a well-bred man—which he was not. It was mere swagger and challenge; but in this particular, as in many others, blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.
