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I swear its playing cold, Jonathan. I don’t think they’ll attack us, now. You [?]. I fear our “General” is a labourer in vain. I think that they’ll shoot again. I don’t feel bold today. Blast their Eyes. We’ll have not Excise.
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I swear its playing cold, Jonathan. I don’t think they’ll attack us, now. You [?]. I fear our “General” is a labourer in vain I think that they’ll shoot again. I don’t feel bold today. Blast their Eyes. We’ll have not Excise. How Bargained Clinton. Let us keep a good squint on for if they come here, they’ll warm us I fear. It’s Old Oliver’s cause: no Monarchy, no Laws. The Spirit moves us in Sundry places. I fear the Lord is not with us.