I could not help pushing my toes against the sheet to feel it, it was so smooth and cool and clean.

The nurse with kind eyes said to me: "'Do eat something,' and gave me some thin white bread and butter.
Frank, I shall never forget it.

The water came into my mouth in streams; I was so desperately hungry, and it was so delicious; I was so weak I cried," and he put his hands before his eyes and gulped down his tears.
"I shall never forget it: the warder was so kind.

I did not like to tell him I was famished; but when he went away I picked the crumbs off the sheet and ate them, and when I could find no more I pulled myself to the edge of the bed, and picked up the crumbs from the floor and ate those as well; the white bread was so good and I was so hungry." "And now ?" I asked, not able to stand more.
"Oh, now," he said, with an attempt to be cheerful, "of course it would be all right if they did not take my books away from me.

If they would let me write.