The potatoes were abominable.

I have said that they were browner than the bread, and I may add that the color was not caused by cooking, but purely original.

As the old potatoes were leaving the market, and the new ones were too expensive for prisoners, the most robust appetite must have turned with disgust from the supply which fell to our share.

I should imagine that every swine's trough around the metropolis must have been plundered to provision Holloway Gaol.
The variable part of the dinner was as follows.

Pea-soup, to which, as I have already said, I had a physical antipathy, was served up three days out of every seven--on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.