Chapter 22: The Madhouse Cell

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​⁠When the porter of the madhouse went out to the coach, his first impression was, that the boy, who was said to be insane, was dead—for not even the jolting ride to Peckham had been sufficient to arouse him to a consciousness of how he was situated; and there he lay still at the bottom of the coach alike insensible to joy or sorrow.

"Is he dead?" said the man to the coachman.

"How should I know?" was