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light over the door into the fall (the Gaoler looking through the Key hole at the prisoner) you to sleep again, and
was only by my voice after the newly born Child's cries were Heard by every one of the prisoners in
the several Cells;
the Doctor coming after the firing of the first Morning gun and leaving before the firing of
the Second;
the Woman telling me yesterday outside My Cell Window that she was ill from hunger; and Sight, lacking in my Salad garbage which She picked up in the Yard.