I think there were tears in both our eyes as we parted.

This humane Governor had taught me that Oscar's gentleness and kindness--his sweetness of nature--would win all hearts if it had time to make itself known.

Yet there he was in prison.

His face and figure came before me again and again: the unshaven face; the frightened, sad air; the hopeless, toneless voice.

The cleanliness even of the bare hard room was ugly; the English are foolish enough to degrade those they punish.