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answer. Doubt, uncertainty, mystery—there is
my hell! Oh that my enemy would reveal himself,
that I might do battle with him, and defy
him! But that is just what he avoids doing,
in order to afflict me with madness and make
me feel the scourge of conscience, which causes
me to suspect enemies everywhere, enemies, i.e.,
those injured by my evil will. Indeed, my conscience
smites me every time that I come on the
track of a new foe.
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