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This Frankl undertook; and O'Hara promised to lend Harris, and some friends of Harris. Now, during these weeks Hogarth was living in some fear, haunted by insecurity and a vision of Colmoor; and, remembering the theft at Thring, with a consciousness of Frankl somewhere in him, he went not only with diamonds on his person, but a revolver as well, and a punal of Toledo.
I knows Colmoor, and I knows the Scrubs, and I knows Portland; and of the five I say give me Jedwood. Who's the guy in front o' you?" "Hi, you in front there, who are yer?" cried the first, pounding. He was answered by a deep voice, which said: "I AM WHO I AM". "All right, keep yer 'air on, if you've any left! It's the Lawd Chief Justice, mate! 'E says 'e's 'oo 'e are!" "'Old on!
And groping he went, seeking the great Bell of Colmoor, which he had doomed, hearing sounds of the to-do, echoes that ran below, and the vague shout of somebody, till he touched the flat top of the bell, clamped to the swing-beam on which he sat astraddle; felt also that along the top of the beam lay an iron bar; made sure that this was in actual contact with the clamps of the bell: and, no longer hesitating, set to work upon the can.
Again, point by point, he went over his reasoning with prying eye; and, on coming back to the same conclusion, hugged himself, moaning. At last he knew. And away now with the dullness and lowness! That blithe and hand- clapping day! Good-bye, Colmoor! the daily massacre, the shame and care. Men could begin if in a baby way at first to think, to see, to sing, to live.
About the same time the ex-priest, in that far-off world of Colmoor, said one day to Hogarth: "You won't be here long!" "You jest," Hogarth answered; "if I had the chance of escape, I should never take it. I am here by due legal process". "Tut, if I say that you will escape, it is not because I am a prophet, but a man of the world, and know what happens in it".
I knew your mother the most intellectual woman, I suppose, who ever drew breath, the only one whom I have loved; and I should have known you merely from your resemblance to her at my first glance at you in Colmoor, though I had more precise data: the three moles, the bloodshot eye, for didn't I baptize you? haven't I rocked you in my arms? You know St.
The Regent cried: "Your lordships' eloquence " And as he said "eloquence", a voice that was a scream, a forward- straining form, a pointing finger: "Why, my lords, that man is only a common convict! reprieved for murder escaped from Colmoor. And all his forts are sunk!" It happened that in the midst of this outcry, the Regent fell back afaint, the moles black, the face white.
But during its first four days he had invented three separate plans of escape, and had determined upon the one which seemed the surest, though longest. When he again came up into the light, he was a marked man, under Warder Black's constant suspicion. Now, however, his expression was changed: he no longer belonged to Colmoor, though he was there.
The agonized thought in Frankl's brain was this: "Well, what's the good of prisons, then?" he, too earnest a financier to read newspaper gossip, having heard not a word of the three escapes from Colmoor. He said: "Well, sir, generally speaking, I'm the last to encourage this sort of thing; but, as yours is a special case, I tell you plain out that, personally, I don't mean a bit of harm to you.
That day, a Saturday, outdoor gangs were recalled early, to "clean up" for Sunday, and out across the heath rang the great bell, Colmoor being famous for its bell, its tone and great size, larger than even the eight-ton "Mighty Tom" of Christ Church, for though its thickness was only six inches, it weighed, bell and clapper, ten tons, and was seven feet high and seven in diameter.
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