aperture in the door, which hangs with heavy bolts and bars, as if torturing the innocent served the power of injustice. The prisonkeeper led the way through a narrow passage between stone walls. His tap on the door startles her she moves from her position, where she had been seated on a coarse blanket. It is all they the hospitable southern world, with its generous laws can afford her she makes it a bed for three. A people less boastful of hospitality may give her more. She holds a prayerbook in her hand, and motions to the children as they crouch at her feet.