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"
Step
on
the
scale
,
"
said
the
attendant
,
brusquely
.
Cowperwood
did
so
,
The
former
adjusted
the
weights
and
scanned
the
record
carefully
.
"
Weight
,
one
hundred
and
seventy-five
,
"
he
called
.
"
Now
step
over
here
.
"
He
indicated
a
spot
in
the
side
wall
where
was
fastened
in
a
thin
slat
--
which
ran
from
the
floor
to
about
seven
and
one
half
feet
above
,
perpendicularly
--
a
small
movable
wooden
indicator
,
which
,
when
a
man
was
standing
under
it
,
could
be
pressed
down
on
his
head
.
At
the
side
of
the
slat
were
the
total
inches
of
height
,
laid
off
in
halves
,
quarters
,
eighths
,
and
so
on
,
and
to
the
right
a
length
measurement
for
the
arm
.
Cowperwood
understood
what
was
wanted
and
stepped
under
the
indicator
,
standing
quite
straight
.
"
Feet
level
,
back
to
the
wall
,
"
urged
the
attendant
.
"
So
.
Height
,
five
feet
nine
and
ten-sixteenths
,
"
he
called
.
The
clerk
in
the
corner
noted
it
.
He
now
produced
a
tape-measure
and
began
measuring
Cowperwood
's
arms
,
legs
,
chest
,
waist
,
hips
,
etc.
.
He
called
out
the
color
of
his
eyes
,
his
hair
,
his
mustache
,
and
,
looking
into
his
mouth
,
exclaimed
,
"
Teeth
,
all
sound
.
"
After
Cowperwood
had
once
more
given
his
address
,
age
,
profession
,
whether
he
knew
any
trade
,
etc.
--
which
he
did
not
--
he
was
allowed
to
return
to
the
bathroom
,
and
put
on
the
clothing
which
the
prison
provided
for
him
--
first
the
rough
,
prickly
underwear
,
then
the
cheap
soft
roll-collar
,
white-cotton
shirt
,
then
the
thick
bluish-gray
cotton
socks
of
a
quality
such
as
he
had
never
worn
in
his
life
,
and
over
these
a
pair
of
indescribable
rough-leather
clogs
,
which
felt
to
his
feet
as
though
they
were
made
of
wood
or
iron
--
oily
and
heavy
.
He
then
drew
on
the
shapeless
,
baggy
trousers
with
their
telltale
stripes
,
and
over
his
arms
and
chest
the
loose-cut
shapeless
coat
and
waistcoat
.
He
felt
and
knew
of
course
that
he
looked
very
strange
,
wretched
.
And
as
he
stepped
out
into
the
overseer
's
room
again
he
experienced
a
peculiar
sense
of
depression
,
a
gone
feeling
which
before
this
had
not
assailed
him
and
which
now
he
did
his
best
to
conceal
.
This
,
then
,
was
what
society
did
to
the
criminal
,
he
thought
to
himself
.
It
took
him
and
tore
away
from
his
body
and
his
life
the
habiliments
of
his
proper
state
and
left
him
these
.
He
felt
sad
and
grim
,
and
,
try
as
he
would
--
he
could
not
help
showing
it
for
a
moment
.
It
was
always
his
business
and
his
intention
to
conceal
his
real
feelings
,
but
now
it
was
not
quite
possible
.
He
felt
degraded
,
impossible
,
in
these
clothes
,
and
he
knew
that
he
looked
it
.
Nevertheless
,
he
did
his
best
to
pull
himself
together
and
look
unconcerned
,
willing
,
obedient
,
considerate
of
those
above
him
.
After
all
,
he
said
to
himself
,
it
was
all
a
play
of
sorts
,
a
dream
even
,
if
one
chose
to
view
it
so
,
a
miasma
even
,
from
which
,
in
the
course
of
time
and
with
a
little
luck
one
might
emerge
safely
enough
.
He
hoped
so
.
It
could
not
last
.
He
was
only
acting
a
strange
,
unfamiliar
part
on
the
stage
,
this
stage
of
life
that
he
knew
so
well
.
Kendall
did
not
waste
any
time
looking
at
him
,
however
.
He
merely
said
to
his
assistant
,
"
See
if
you
can
find
a
cap
for
him
,
"
and
the
latter
,
going
to
a
closet
containing
numbered
shelves
,
took
down
a
cap
--
a
high-crowned
,
straight-visored
,
shabby
,
striped
affair
which
Cowperwood
was
asked
to
try
on
.
It
fitted
well
enough
,
slipping
down
close
over
his
ears
,
and
he
thought
that
now
his
indignities
must
be
about
complete
.
What
could
be
added
?
There
could
be
no
more
of
these
disconcerting
accoutrements
.
But
he
was
mistaken
.
"
Now
,
Kuby
,
you
take
him
to
Mr.
Chapin
,
"
said
Kendall
.
Kuby
understood
.
He
went
back
into
the
wash-room
and
produced
what
Cowperwood
had
heard
of
but
never
before
seen
--
a
blue-and-white-striped
cotton
bag
about
half
the
length
of
an
ordinary
pillow-case
and
half
again
as
wide
,
which
Kuby
now
unfolded
and
shook
out
as
he
came
toward
him
.
It
was
a
custom
.
The
use
of
this
hood
,
dating
from
the
earliest
days
of
the
prison
,
was
intended
to
prevent
a
sense
of
location
and
direction
and
thereby
obviate
any
attempt
to
escape
.
Thereafter
during
all
his
stay
he
was
not
supposed
to
walk
with
or
talk
to
or
see
another
prisoner
--
not
even
to
converse
with
his
superiors
,
unless
addressed
.
It
was
a
grim
theory
,
and
yet
one
definitely
enforced
here
,
although
as
he
was
to
learn
later
even
this
could
be
modified
here
.
