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Who made you? And I don't think that most of the men who profess religion in prison are sincere. They usually want to curry favor with the authorities, or get
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after they leave stir. One convict, whom I used to call
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The Great American Identifier, because he used to graft by claiming to be a relative of everybody that died, from California to Maine and weeping over the dead body, was the worst hypocrite I ever saw--a regular Uriah Heep. He was one of Mrs. Booth's converts and stood up in chapel. After she went away he said to me:
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What a blessing has been poured into my soul since I heard Mrs. Booth. Another hypocrite said to me on the same occasion:
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I don't know what I would do only for Mrs. Booth. She has lightened my weary burdens. Now, I would not trust either of those men with a box of matches; and so I said to the Great American Identifier:
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You are the meanest, most despicable thief in the whole stir. I'd respect you if you had the nerve to rob a live man, but you always stole from a cadaver.