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"
Blasphemous
and
heretical
Warden
of
San
Quentin
whose
feet
have
fast
hold
of
hell
,
"
I
gibed
,
after
I
had
drunk
deep
of
the
water
they
held
to
my
lips
.
"
Let
the
jailers
and
the
trusties
triumph
.
Their
time
is
short
,
and
for
them
there
is
no
time
after
time
.
"
"
He
's
out
of
his
head
,
"
Warden
Atherton
affirmed
.
"
He
's
putting
it
over
on
you
,
"
was
Doctor
Jackson
's
surer
judgment
.
"
But
he
refuses
food
,
"
Captain
Jamie
protested
.
"
Huh
,
he
could
fast
forty
days
and
not
hurt
himself
,
"
the
doctor
answered
.
"
And
I
have
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
forty
nights
as
well
.
Do
me
the
favour
to
tighten
the
jacket
and
then
get
out
of
here
.
"
The
head
trusty
tried
to
insert
his
forefinger
inside
the
lacing
.
"
You
could
n't
get
a
quarter
of
an
inch
of
slack
with
block
and
tackle
,
"
he
assured
them
.
"
Have
you
any
complaint
to
make
,
Standing
?
"
the
Warden
asked
.
