Book, Chapter

1    3, 12| most miserable sort. For I imagined with my selfe, that I was
2    3, 12| the gallows. And further I imagined and sayd, Alasse what Judge
3    3, 15|  me: perhaps sometimes you imagined an evil thought in your
4    4, 20|    subtility, and then wee imagined thus, wee feigned letters
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