Andherememberedthathehaddaredtomurmur！
Often，inthemiddleofthenight，herosetolistentothegratefulsongofthoseinnocentcreaturesweigheddownwithseverities，andthebloodrancoldinhisveinsatthethoughtthatthosewhowerejustlychastisedraisedtheirvoicesheavenwardonlyinblasphemy，andthathe，wretchthathewas，hadshakenhisfistatGod。
Therewasonestrikingthingwhichcausedhimtomeditatedeeply，likeawarningwhisperfromProvidenceitself:thescalingofthatwall，thepassingofthosebarriers，theadventureacceptedevenattheriskofdeath，thepainfulanddifficultascent，allthoseeffortseven，whichhehadmadetoescapefromthatotherplaceofexpiation，hehadmadeinordertogainentranceintothisone。Wasthisasymbolofhisdestiny？Thishousewasaprisonlikewiseandboreamelancholyresemblancetothatotheronewhencehehadfled，andyethehadneverconceivedanideaofanythingsimilar。
Againhebeheldgratings，bolts，ironbars——toguardwhom？Angels。
Theseloftywallswhichhehadseenaroundtigers，henowbeheldoncemorearoundlambs。