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The
horror
of
idleness
in
silence
and
in
a
cell
scarcely
large
enough
to
turn
around
in
comfortably
had
already
begun
to
creep
over
him
,
and
the
thought
of
being
able
to
see
Wingate
and
Steger
frequently
,
and
to
have
his
mail
reach
him
,
after
a
time
,
untampered
with
,
was
a
great
relief
.
He
was
to
have
his
own
underwear
,
silk
and
wool
--
thank
God
!
--
and
perhaps
they
would
let
him
take
off
these
shoes
after
a
while
.
With
these
modifications
and
a
trade
,
and
perhaps
the
little
yard
which
Desmas
had
referred
to
,
his
life
would
be
,
if
not
ideal
,
at
least
tolerable
.
The
prison
was
still
a
prison
,
but
it
looked
as
though
it
might
not
be
so
much
of
a
terror
to
him
as
obviously
it
must
be
to
many
.
During
the
two
weeks
in
which
Cowperwood
was
in
the
"
manners
squad
,
"
in
care
of
Chapin
,
he
learned
nearly
as
much
as
he
ever
learned
of
the
general
nature
of
prison
life
;
for
this
was
not
an
ordinary
penitentiary
in
the
sense
that
the
prison
yard
,
the
prison
squad
,
the
prison
lock-step
,
the
prison
dining-room
,
and
prison
associated
labor
make
the
ordinary
penitentiary
.
There
was
,
for
him
and
for
most
of
those
confined
there
,
no
general
prison
life
whatsoever
.
The
large
majority
were
supposed
to
work
silently
in
their
cells
at
the
particular
tasks
assigned
them
,
and
not
to
know
anything
of
the
remainder
of
the
life
which
went
on
around
them
,
the
rule
of
this
prison
being
solitary
confinement
,
and
few
being
permitted
to
work
at
the
limited
number
of
outside
menial
tasks
provided
.
Indeed
,
as
he
sensed
and
as
old
Chapin
soon
informed
him
,
not
more
than
seventy-five
of
the
four
hundred
prisoners
confined
here
were
so
employed
,
and
not
all
of
these
regularly
--
cooking
,
gardening
in
season
,
milling
,
and
general
cleaning
being
the
only
avenues
of
escape
from
solitude
.
Even
those
who
so
worked
were
strictly
forbidden
to
talk
,
and
although
they
did
not
have
to
wear
the
objectionable
hood
when
actually
employed
,
they
were
supposed
to
wear
it
in
going
to
and
from
their
work
.
Cowperwood
saw
them
occasionally
tramping
by
his
cell
door
,
and
it
struck
him
as
strange
,
uncanny
,
grim
.
He
wished
sincerely
at
times
since
old
Chapin
was
so
genial
and
talkative
that
he
were
to
be
under
him
permanently
;
but
it
was
not
to
be
.
His
two
weeks
soon
passed
--
drearily
enough
in
all
conscience
but
they
passed
,
interlaced
with
his
few
commonplace
tasks
of
bed-making
,
floor-sweeping
,
dressing
,
eating
,
undressing
,
rising
at
five-thirty
,
and
retiring
at
nine
,
washing
his
several
dishes
after
each
meal
,
etc.
.
He
thought
he
would
never
get
used
to
the
food
.
Breakfast
,
as
has
been
said
,
was
at
six-thirty
,
and
consisted
of
coarse
black
bread
made
of
bran
and
some
white
flour
,
and
served
with
black
coffee
.
Dinner
was
at
eleven-thirty
,
and
consisted
of
bean
or
vegetable
soup
,
with
some
coarse
meat
in
it
,
and
the
same
bread
.
Supper
was
at
six
,
of
tea
and
bread
,
very
strong
tea
and
the
same
bread
--
no
butter
,
no
milk
,
no
sugar
.
Cowperwood
did
not
smoke
,
so
the
small
allowance
of
tobacco
which
was
permitted
was
without
value
to
him
.
Steger
called
in
every
day
for
two
or
three
weeks
,
and
after
the
second
day
,
Stephen
Wingate
,
as
his
new
business
associate
,
was
permitted
to
see
him
also
--
once
every
day
,
if
he
wished
,
Desmas
stated
,
though
the
latter
felt
he
was
stretching
a
point
in
permitting
this
so
soon
.
Both
of
these
visits
rarely
occupied
more
than
an
hour
,
or
an
hour
and
a
half
,
and
after
that
the
day
was
long
.
He
was
taken
out
on
several
days
on
a
court
order
,
between
nine
and
five
,
to
testify
in
the
bankruptcy
proceedings
against
him
,
which
caused
the
time
in
the
beginning
to
pass
quickly
.
It
was
curious
,
once
he
was
in
prison
,
safely
shut
from
the
world
for
a
period
of
years
apparently
,
how
quickly
all
thought
of
assisting
him
departed
from
the
minds
of
those
who
had
been
most
friendly
.
He
was
done
,
so
most
of
them
thought
.
The
only
thing
they
could
do
now
would
be
to
use
their
influence
to
get
him
out
some
time
;
how
soon
,
they
could
not
guess
.
Beyond
that
there
was
nothing
.
He
would
really
never
be
of
any
great
importance
to
any
one
any
more
,
or
so
they
thought
.
It
was
very
sad
,
very
tragic
,
but
he
was
gone
--
his
place
knew
him
not
.
"
A
bright
young
man
,
that
,
"
observed
President
Davison
of
the
Girard
National
,
on
reading
of
Cowperwood
's
sentence
and
incarceration
.
"
Too
bad
!
Too
bad
!
He
made
a
great
mistake
.
"
Only
his
parents
,
Aileen
,
and
his
wife
--
the
latter
with
mingled
feelings
of
resentment
and
sorrow
--
really
missed
him
.
Aileen
,
because
of
her
great
passion
for
him
,
was
suffering
most
of
all
.
Four
years
and
three
months
;
she
thought
.
If
he
did
not
get
out
before
then
she
would
be
nearing
twenty-nine
and
he
would
be
nearing
forty
.
Would
he
want
her
then
?
Would
she
be
so
attractive
?
And
would
nearly
five
years
change
his
point
of
view
?
He
would
have
to
wear
a
convict
suit
all
that
time
,
and
be
known
as
a
convict
forever
after
.
It
was
hard
to
think
about
,
but
only
made
her
more
than
ever
determined
to
cling
to
him
,
whatever
happened
,
and
to
help
him
all
she
could
.
Indeed
the
day
after
his
incarceration
she
drove
out
and
looked
at
the
grim
,
gray
walls
of
the
penitentiary
.
Knowing
nothing
absolutely
of
the
vast
and
complicated
processes
of
law
and
penal
servitude
,
it
seemed
especially
terrible
to
her
.
What
might
not
they
be
doing
to
her
Frank
?
Was
he
suffering
much
?
Was
he
thinking
of
her
as
she
was
of
him
?
Oh
,
the
pity
of
it
all
!
The
pity
!
The
pity
of
herself
--
her
great
love
for
him
!
She
drove
home
,
determined
to
see
him
;
but
as
he
had
originally
told
her
that
visiting
days
were
only
once
in
three
months
,
and
that
he
would
have
to
write
her
when
the
next
one
was
,
or
when
she
could
come
,
or
when
he
could
see
her
on
the
outside
,
she
scarcely
knew
what
to
do
.
Secrecy
was
the
thing
.
