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"
"
Cut
that
out
,
Standing
!
"
Smith
bellowed
at
me
from
the
corridor
on
which
all
the
cells
opened
.
Smith
was
a
peculiarly
saturnine
individual
,
by
far
the
most
cruel
and
vindictive
of
our
guards
.
We
used
to
canvass
whether
his
wife
bullied
him
or
whether
he
had
chronic
indigestion
.
I
continued
rapping
with
my
knuckles
,
and
he
came
to
the
wicket
to
glare
in
at
me
.
"
I
told
you
to
out
that
out
,
"
he
snarled
.
"
Sorry
,
"
I
said
suavely
.
"
But
I
have
a
sort
of
premonition
that
I
shall
go
right
on
rapping
.
And
--
er
--
excuse
me
for
asking
a
personal
question
--
what
are
you
going
to
do
about
it
?
"
"
I
'll
--
"
he
began
explosively
,
proving
,
by
his
inability
to
conclude
the
remark
,
that
he
thought
in
henids
.
"
Yes
?
"
I
encouraged
.
"
Just
what
,
pray
?
"
"
I
'll
have
the
Warden
here
,
"
he
said
lamely
.
"
Do
,
please
.
A
most
charming
gentleman
,
to
be
sure
.
A
shining
example
of
the
refining
influences
that
are
creeping
into
our
prisons
.
Bring
him
to
me
at
once
.
I
wish
to
report
you
to
him
.
"
