As for me, Darrell Standing, at present writing these lines in Murderers' Row of Folsom Prison, why, I know only high school French sufficient to enable me to read the language.

As for my speaking it--impossible.

I can scarcely intelligibly pronounce my way through a menu.
But to return.

Pons was a little withered old man.

He was born in our house--I know, for it chanced that mention was made of it this very day I am describing.