He was a devil, everyone agreed, a tartar, a tyrant, a bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog.You couldn't call your soul your own when he was about, and many a tramp had he kicked out in the middle of the night for giving a back answer.It was a gloomy, chilly, limewashed place, consisting only of a bathroom and dining-room and about a hundred narrow stone cells.
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