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1 2|  decrepit who seemed to be at death’s door, both of them so
2 6|    yourself; I must fear your death, my soul, more than the
3 6|        my soul, more than the death of the body. Chastity preserved
4 9| master purposed putting us to death, and our sun seemed to grow
5 9| farther, lest in fleeing from death we should run into death.
6 9|      death we should run into death. We thought thus within
7 9|      place? How much worse is death expected than death inflicted!
8 9|  worse is death expected than death inflicted! Again my tongue
9 9|     the prospect of a similar death for ourselves, though the