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The
four
looked
in
through
the
barred
door
where
he
was
working
,
without
being
observed
,
having
come
up
quite
silently
.
"
Hard
at
it
,
Frank
?
"
asked
Steger
.
Cowperwood
glanced
over
his
shoulder
and
got
up
.
He
had
been
thinking
,
as
always
these
days
,
of
what
he
would
do
when
he
did
get
out
.
"
What
is
this
,
"
he
asked
--
"
a
political
delegation
?
"
He
suspected
something
on
the
instant
.
All
four
smiled
cheeringly
,
and
Bonhag
unlocked
the
door
for
the
warden
.
"
Nothing
very
much
,
Frank
,
"
replied
Stager
,
gleefully
,
"
only
you
're
a
free
man
.
You
can
gather
up
your
traps
and
come
right
along
,
if
you
wish
.
"
Cowperwood
surveyed
his
friends
with
a
level
gaze
.
He
had
not
expected
this
so
soon
after
what
had
been
told
him
.
He
was
not
one
to
be
very
much
interested
in
the
practical
joke
or
the
surprise
,
but
this
pleased
him
--
the
sudden
realization
that
he
was
free
.
Still
,
he
had
anticipated
it
so
long
that
the
charm
of
it
had
been
discounted
to
a
certain
extent
.
He
had
been
unhappy
here
,
and
he
had
not
.
The
shame
and
humiliation
of
it
,
to
begin
with
,
had
been
much
.
Latterly
,
as
he
had
become
inured
to
it
all
,
the
sense
of
narrowness
and
humiliation
had
worn
off
.
Only
the
consciousness
of
incarceration
and
delay
irked
him
.
Barring
his
intense
desire
for
certain
things
--
success
and
vindication
,
principally
--
he
found
that
he
could
live
in
his
narrow
cell
and
be
fairly
comfortable
.
He
had
long
since
become
used
to
the
limy
smell
(
used
to
defeat
a
more
sickening
one
)
,
and
to
the
numerous
rats
which
he
quite
regularly
trapped
.
He
had
learned
to
take
an
interest
in
chair-caning
,
having
become
so
proficient
that
he
could
seat
twenty
in
a
day
if
he
chose
,
and
in
working
in
the
little
garden
in
spring
,
summer
,
and
fall
.
Every
evening
he
had
studied
the
sky
from
his
narrow
yard
,
which
resulted
curiously
in
the
gift
in
later
years
of
a
great
reflecting
telescope
to
a
famous
university
.
He
had
not
looked
upon
himself
as
an
ordinary
prisoner
,
by
any
means
--
had
not
felt
himself
to
be
sufficiently
punished
if
a
real
crime
had
been
involved
.
From
Bonhag
he
had
learned
the
history
of
many
criminals
here
incarcerated
,
from
murderers
up
and
down
,
and
many
had
been
pointed
out
to
him
from
time
to
time
.
He
had
been
escorted
into
the
general
yard
by
Bonhag
,
had
seen
the
general
food
of
the
place
being
prepared
,
had
heard
of
Stener
's
modified
life
here
,
and
so
forth
.
It
had
finally
struck
him
that
it
was
not
so
bad
,
only
that
the
delay
to
an
individual
like
himself
was
wasteful
.
He
could
do
so
much
now
if
he
were
out
and
did
not
have
to
fight
court
proceedings
.
Courts
and
jails
!
He
shook
his
head
when
he
thought
of
the
waste
involved
in
them
.
"
That
's
all
right
,
"
he
said
,
looking
around
him
in
an
uncertain
way
.
"
I
'm
ready
.
"
He
stepped
out
into
the
hall
,
with
scarcely
a
farewell
glance
,
and
to
Bonhag
,
who
was
grieving
greatly
over
the
loss
of
so
profitable
a
customer
,
he
said
:
"
I
wish
you
would
see
that
some
of
these
things
are
sent
over
to
my
house
,
Walter
.
You
're
welcome
to
the
chair
,
that
clock
,
this
mirror
,
those
pictures
--
all
of
these
things
in
fact
,
except
my
linen
,
razors
,
and
so
forth
.
"
The
last
little
act
of
beneficence
soothed
Bonhag
's
lacerated
soul
a
little
.
They
went
out
into
the
receiving
overseer
's
office
,
where
Cowperwood
laid
aside
his
prison
suit
and
the
soft
shirt
with
a
considerable
sense
of
relief
.
The
clog
shoes
had
long
since
been
replaced
by
a
better
pair
of
his
own
.
He
put
on
the
derby
hat
and
gray
overcoat
he
had
worn
the
year
before
,
on
entering
,
and
expressed
himself
as
ready
.
At
the
entrance
of
the
prison
he
turned
and
looked
back
--
one
last
glance
--
at
the
iron
door
leading
into
the
garden
.
