Chapter 31 THE ARREST.

Had it pleased Heaven

To try me with affliction; had He rained

All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head;

Steeped me in poverty to the very lips;

I could have found in some part of my soul

A drop of patience; but alas, to make me

A fixed figure for the time of scorn

To point his slow, unmoving finger at!-Shakespeare.

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