I believe it done me good, though.

I do really think I should have gone mad else, thinking of the dreadful long months and years that lay before me without a chance of getting out.
Sometimes I'd take a low fit and refuse my food, and very near give up living altogether.

The least bit more, and I'd have died outright.

One day there was a party of ladies and gentlemen came to be shown over the gaol.

There was a lot of us passing into the exercise yard.