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But there will come a day of reckoning, even if I should not live to see it.

I have at least seen -- -- shivered, who was one of my assassins.
When that man was doing his worst to uproot my whole family,--tree, branch, and blossoms; when, after taking my retainer, he went over to them; when he was bringing desolation on my hearth, and destruction on my household gods,--did he think that, in less than three years, a natural event, a severe domestic, but an expected and common calamity, would lay his carcass in a cross-road, or stamp his name in a verdict of lunacy?
Did he (who in his sexagenary.

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.) reflect or consider what my feelings must have been when wife and child and sister, and name and fame and country, were to be my sacrifice on his legal altar ?--and this at a moment when my health was declining, my fortune embarrassed, and my mind had been shaken by many kinds of disappointment?
while I was yet young, and might have reformed what might be wrong in my conduct, and retrieved what was perplexing in my affairs?
But he is in his grave, and--What a long letter I have scribbled!'.