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has in his hand. O pity us, kind Heaven, and help us!
Look out, look out, and see if we are pursued.
The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying
after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole
wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far, we are pursued
by nothing else.
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