Anybody was free to climb inside and close the door, in case he or she wondered what it felt like to be a prisoner.
The door opened, and another prisoner was brought in whose appearance sent a momentary chill through Winston.
The soldiers and prisoner descended the stairs and went in the direction of the main entrance.
You’d think I was the prisoner the way you slam questions into me.|перевод=Ты так меня допрашиваешь, будто я обвиняемый, а ты судья.|Jack London|Smoke Bellew|1912|источник=НКРЯ.
After some further questioning, counsel for the prosecution said: «Take the witness». The prisoner raised his eyes for a moment, but dropped them again when his own counsel said: «I have no questions to ask him».