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days.  I have asked at every inn.  All I was told was
                                “Get out!” I want food.  I’m starving.  Give me food
                                quickly.

                 Bishop     :  calmly Sister, put an-
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                                other plate on the table
                                and put some sheets on
                                the bed in  the above.
                                Trembling and stifling a
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                                scream, Baptistine goes
                                to carry out the orders.
                 Bishop     :  Friend,  sit  down  and
                                warm yourself.  You may
                                be tired.  While we have
                                supper, your bed will be made ready.

                 Convict  :  Do you understand? I am a convict.  You call me
                                ‘friend’ and don’t say, “Get out, dog!” as everybody
                                else does.  You must be a great soul.  Thank You!

                 Bishop      :  You are suffering.  You are hungry and thirsty.  You
                                mustn’t thank me.  Sister! The lamp gives a very
                                poor light.  Bring the silver candlesticks and light
                                them.

                                    (Baptistine goes to the mantel, brings the silver
                                candlesticks and lights them. She serves them
                                supper  –  soup,  cheese,  mutton  and  large  loaf  of
                                bread.  The convict devours.)
                 Bishop      :  to convict You must have suffered a lot.

                 Convict  :  My God, yes.  That’s a long time ago.  That was when
                                I was a man, now I’m not a man.  I’m a number.
                                Number 24601.  And I’ve lived in hell for nineteen
                                years.
                 Bishop      :  Tell me about it – about the hell you lived in.

                 Convict  :  It’s so long ago. I forget. dreamily I lived with my
                                sister  and her  seven children.    Then….suddenly
                                and very rapidly yes, I remember! She was ill, we
                                had no food, I could get no work.  The children were

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