"I have learned prison ways." "I should rebel," I cried; "why do you let it break the spirit ?" "You would soon be broken, if you rebelled, here.

Besides it is all incidental to the _System_.

The _System_! No one outside knows what that means.

It is an old story, I'm afraid, the story of man's cruelty to man." "I think I can promise you," I said, "that the _System_ will be altered a little.

You shall have books and things to write with, and you shall not be harassed every moment by punishment." "Take care," he cried in a spasm of dread, putting his hand on mine, "take care, they may punish me much worse.