left, a two-storeyed house with a signboard. The huge brick
building, the prison proper, was just in front, and the visitors
were not allowed to come up to it. A sentinel was pacing up and
down in front of it, and shouted at any one who tried to pass
At the gate of the wooden buildings, to the right, opposite the
sentinel, sat a warder on a bench, dressed in uniform, with gold
cords, a notebook in his hands. The visitors came up to him, and
named the persons they wanted to see, and he put the names down.