Chapter Seventeen
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