My name, in trinder. Noo an end.

    took every one of us, save Dainty. took us, and kept us in gaol  Street kitcas us in separate cells, and every day t of questions.

    o you?

    I said he was a friend of Mrs Sucksbys.

    Been long, at Lant Street?

    I said I here.

    did you see, on t of the crime?

    umbled. Sometimes it seemed to me t I ake up times I even seemed to remember seeing . I knoop, I knoter of tepped aleman started to stagger. But Mrs Sucksby here,

    too, simes I t it  I told trut I did not kno matter, any need me. On ter took us, t me go.

    t longer.

    Mr Ibbs e first. rial lasted er all, not on account of t lying about tcoo good at taking tampings off, for t—but for tes in te box. t turned out, c Mr Ibbss s P remember, erm in gaol, at any cost—to plant tes on o olen goods:  to Pentonville. Of course,  be supposed to ime among t t, eful to get an extra sside, noe turned against ime  to visit er  in.   do me so queerly, I could not bear it. I didnt go again.

    er, poor t Lant Street, al. too great a shock for her; and she died.

    Jo be pinned to any crime, save—t—to t old one of dog-stealing.  off s in toto flog  tras above  after, y met  the prison

    gate, and  o  s clean off from Lant Street.

    I never spoke to ook a room for y in anot out of my -room, at Mrs Sucksbys trial.

    trial came up very quick. I spent ts before it at Lant Street, lying aimes Dainty came back, to sleep beside me