CANTO XVI.

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Next, by permission, he goes along the edge of a void, and, turning to the right, comes to the district where street-corner mashers are punished.

“Under huge flat rocks they feebly flounder, while their despondent murmurs fill the haunted air.”

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“MASHERS.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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