Knowlton Chapter 15

Fifteen: “Crime” and Punishment I was locked up in a room with two petty thieves, one of them a still, clever, honest little fellow—only he would sometimes get a little rummy, and when in this state he put on a man's overcoat, at a tavern, in Worcester, and walked about, not, however, out of sight of the house, in open day. But there were lawyers enough, and jail-room enough, in Worcester, and they all wanted business. A stranger is more likely to be taken up for some petty offence in such a place, than in our small towns which contain no starving lawyers to protect public morals and preserve the peace and "dignity of the Commonwealth." My other room-mate was rascal to the core, but could tell as good a story for himself as the other man.

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