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Six greasy, slippery roller towels had to serve for the lot of us.
Then the Tramp Major served us with three cotton blankets each, and drove us off to our cells for the night.
The doors were locked on the outside a little before seven in the evening, and would stay locked for the next twelve hours.
But when he came to myself, he looked hard at me, and said: 'You are a gentleman? The room became a press of steaming nudity, the sweaty odours of the tramps competing with the sickly, sub-faecal stench native to the spike.
Some of the men refused the bath, and washed only their 'toe-rags', the horrid, greasy little clouts which tramps bind round their feet.
When we had bathed our own clothes were taken away from us, and we were dressed in the workhouse shirts, grey cotton things like nightshirts, reaching to the middle of the thigh.