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confess?'' the man asked again. I was silently reciting to myself the 23rd Psalm, ''The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want . . . '' ''Have you gone dumb?'' ''Confess!'' They were shouting. I lifted my head and said in a loud and firm voice, ''I'm not guilty! I have nothing to confess.'' The young man from the police pulled my arms behind my back and put the handcuffs on my wrists. Then we got into the Jeep and drove off into the dark streets.
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