A Man stood in the speckless courtyard before the Governor's house at Dartmoor gaol.

He wore the ugly livery of shame which marks the convict.
His head was clipped short, and there was two days' growth of beard upon his haggard face.

Standing with his hands behind him, he waited for the moment when he would be ordered to his work.
John Lexman--A.

O.43--looked up at the blue sky as he had looked so many times from the exercise yard, and wondered what the day would bring forth.

A day to him was the beginning and the end of an eternity.