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The Discontented Malefactor Post by :anglox Category :Short Stories Author :Ambrose Bierce Date :March 2011 Read :5587

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The Discontented Malefactor

A Judge having sentenced a Malefactor to the penitentiary was proceeding to point out to him the disadvantages of crime and the profit of reformation.

"Your Honour," said the Malefactor, interrupting, "would you be kind enough to alter my punishment to ten years in the penitentiary and nothing else?"

"Why," said the Judge, surprised, "I have given you only three years!"

"Yes, I know," assented the Malefactor--"three years' imprisonment and the preaching. If you please, I should like to commute the preaching."

(The end)
Ambrose Bierce's short story: The Discontented Malefactor

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