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You weren't allowed to talk; whoever let out a peep got thrown into solitary. I never cried so much in my life. An old bucket-cunt veteran from the Rue Saint-Denis did her best to comfort me. She wanted to know if I was all alone, if maybe I didn't have a man, for according to her she knew someone who could spring me out of the place. I caught on fast: she was looking for a spare to work with, that was plain as day. Arid there were some inexperienced ones who fell for that line, above all those who were all the way down and out, without even the five francs you needed to pay for a separate cell( with a cot in it and a jug of water they brought every morning). I treated myself to this luxury. The next day we had to battle for the soup: a bowl of water with a chip of potato floating in it; then came another rollcall. The sick ones were taken off to Z***.