Please, dear friend, do this for me.

I must get them out.
Think what a thing for me it would be to be able to help three little children.

I would be delighted beyond words: if I can do this by paying the fine tell the children that they are to be released tomorrow by a friend, and ask them to be happy and not to tell anyone.
Here is a second note which shows Oscar's peculiar sensitiveness; what is ugly and terrible cannot, he thinks, furnish even the subject of art; he shrinks from whatever gives pain.
I hope to write about prison-life and to try and change it for others, but it is too terrible and ugly to make a work of art of.

I have suffered too much in it to write plays about it.
A third note simply thanks Warder Martin for all his kindness.

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