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Oh, my lord! I once more repeat it, that I shall some time have a more equal Judge than any in this world.
Most of my friends advise me to leave Epworth, if e'er I should get from hence.

I confess I am not of that mind, because I may yet do good there; and 'tis like a coward to desert my post because the enemy fire thick upon me.

They have only wounded me yet and, I believe, _can't_ kill me.