Among the sullen and hate-filled faces of the other prisoners, I could not help noticing several that were kind and cheerful. “There are bad people everywhere, and among the bad some good ones,” I hastened to think, consoling myself. “Who knows? Maybe these people are not so much worse than the remainder, who remained there, outside the prison.” I was thinking that, and shook my head at the thought myself, and yet—my God!—if I had only known then how true that thought was!
