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 and isn't it by the like of you the sins of the whole world are committed?

In the name of the Almighty God

Leave troubling the Lord God. Would you have him sending down droughts, and fevers, and the old hen and the cholera morbus?

Will you come between us and protect me now?

I've tried a lot, God help me, and my share is done.

And I must go back into my torment is it, or run off like a vagabond straying through the unions with the dusts of August making mud-stains in the gullet of my throat; or the winds of March blowing on me till I'd take an oath I felt them making whistles of my ribs within?