As a man sows, he reaps.
The prisoner stood up quickly and looked distractedly about him.

When he recognised the gaoler he felt for his hand.

He grasped it firmly, and said hoarsely: "I want to ask something.

Send me a priest." "Oh, at last!" grumbled the old man.

"These atheists! In the end they crawl to the Cross." "I'm not an atheist," calmly replied the prisoner.
"No?
Well, it's all the same.