They presented a cheerless spectacle.
Silently and sadly, with drooping heads, they skirted the walls in Indian file; a couple of officers standing in the centre to see that no communication went on between them.

Many eyes were lifted to gaze at us as we passed.

Some winked, and a few looked insolent contempt, but the majority expressed nothing but curiosity.
Our courtyard was about thirty feet by twenty.

It was stone-paved, with a door leading to the Old Bailey at one end, and a row of high iron bars at the other.

The air was brisk, and the sky tolerably clear for the place and season.