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IF I HAD THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL

Casting a furtive glance over his shoulder, the felon slipped out the main prison gate to be swallowed up in the British fog. A pletlwra of escapes from supposedly secure prisons embarrassed the hapless . wardens. To compound* their problems, the officials were badgered• by irate citizens who accused the guards of accepting bribes from convicts whose motto was: “Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.”