And if, for answer, he shall stoop to kiss
My hand, and peradventure start thereat,—
I engage to smile, "That was an accident
I' the necessary process,—just a trip
O' the torture-irons in their search for truth,—
Hardly misfortune, and no fault at all."
VI
GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI
Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright?
Have patience! In this sudden smoke from hell,—
So things disguise themselves,—I cannot see