Chapter 16

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So wrote a poet, to whom the world had dealt its justice--

    I know not whether Laws be right,
    Or whether Laws be wrong;
    All that we know who lie in gaol
    Is that the wall is strong.
    And they do well to hide their hell,
    For in it things are done
    That Son of God nor son of Man
    Ever should look upon!