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| Devil! Do you dare approach me? And do not you fear the fierce vengance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?! | |
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| Are you to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast my other passions but revenge remains-revenge, I may die but first you, my tyrant & tormenter. | |
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| Devil, cease; & do not poison the air with these words of malice. I have declared my resolution to you, & I am no coward to bend beneath words. Leave me; I am inexorable. | |
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