FAITH. I could have killed that judge.
JOHNNY. Did he come the heavy father? That's what I can't stand. When
they jaw a chap and hang him afterwards. Or was he one of the joking
ones?
FAITH. I've sat in my cell and cried all night--night after night,
I have. [With a little laugh] I cried all the softness out of me.
JOHNNY. You never believed they were going to hang you, did you?
FAITH. I didn't care if they did--not then.
JOHNNY. [With a reflective grunt] You had a much worse time than I. You
were lonely--
FAITH. Have you been in a prison, ever?
JOHNNY. No, thank God!
FAITH. It's awfully clean.
JOHNNY. You bet.
FAITH. And it's stone cold. It turns your heart.
JOHNNY. Ah! Did you ever see a stalactite?
FAITH. What's that?
JOHNNY. In caves. The water drops like tears, and each drop has some
sort of salt, and leaves it behind till there's just a long salt
petrified drip hanging from the roof.
FAITH. Ah! [Staring at him] I used to stand behind my door. I'd stand
there sometimes I don't know how long. I'd listen and listen--the noises
are all hollow in a prison. You'd think you'd get used to being shut up,
but I never did.
JOHNNY utters a deep grunt.
It's awful the feeling you get here-so tight and chokey. People who are
free don't know what it's like to be shut up. If I'd had a proper window
even--When you can see things living, it makes you feel alive.
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