Oliver Twist; or, The Parish Boy's Progress • Paragraph 3890
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Some of them might have inhabited that very cell--sat upon that very spot. It was very dark; why didn’t they bring a light? The cell had been built for many years. Scores of men must have passed their last hours there. It was like sitting in a vault strewn with dead bodies--the cap, the noose, the pinioned arms, the faces that he knew, even beneath that hideous veil.--Light, light!