'And so you're to be
worked off, are you, brothers?'
'Unless we are released to-night,' one of them cried, 'we are dead men!'
'I tell you what it is,' said the hangman, gravely; 'I'm afraid, my
friend, that you're not in that 'ere state of mind that's suitable to
your condition, then; you're not a-going to be released: don't think
it--Will you leave off that 'ere indecent row? I wonder you an't ashamed
of yourselves, I do.'
He followed up this reproof by rapping every set of knuckles one after
the other, and having done so, resumed his seat again with a cheerful
countenance.
'You've had law,' he said, crossing his legs and elevating his eyebrows:
'laws have been made a' purpose for you; a wery handsome prison's
been made a' purpose for you; a parson's kept a purpose for you;
a constitootional officer's appointed a' purpose for you; carts is
maintained a' purpose for you--and yet you're not contented!--WILL you
hold that noise, you sir in the furthest?'
A groan was the only answer.
'So well as I can make out,' said Mr Dennis, in a tone of mingled
badinage and remonstrance, 'there's not a man among you. I begin to
think I'm on the opposite side, and among the ladies; though for the
matter of that, I've seen a many ladies face it out, in a manner that
did honour to the sex.
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