Theſe men ſerue God in the forenoone, and the diuell in the after noone;
Dix reckons he has refaxed 17000 pages in this way over the past eight months.
He looked at Mrs. Harling, who loomed bigly in the dull light.
Oh lady! blessèd be that tear— It falls for one who cannot weep; Such precious drops are doubly dear To those whose eyes no tear may steep.
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