James Boyle O'Higgins knew little or nothing of the South Seas, but he knew human beings, all colours. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. “Want to see the computer?” He asked eagerly. Not a word had been exchanged between the two boys on the road.
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