’MrRugg，’saidArthur，inhisdejection，’myonlywishis，thatitshouldbeover。Iwillgoon，andtakemychance。’
’Anotherwordofreason，sir!’criedMrRugg。’Now，thisisreason。Theothermaybetaste；butthisisreason。Ifyoushouldbetakenonalittleone，sir，youwouldgototheMarshalsea。
Now，youknowwhattheMarshalseais。Veryclose。Excessivelyconfined。WhereasintheKing’sBench——’MrRuggwavedhisrighthandfreely，asexpressingabundanceofspace。
’Iwouldrather，’saidClennam，’betakentotheMarshalseathantoanyotherprison。’
’Doyousaysoindeed，sir？’returnedMrRugg。’Thenthisistaste，too，andwemaybewalking。’