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…In this plight, therefore, he went home and refrained himself as long as he could,
that his wife and children should not perceive his distress;
but he could not be silent long, because that his trouble increased.
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Wherefore at length he brake his mind to his wife and children; and thus he began to talk to them:
O my dear wife, said he, and you the children of my bowels, I, your dear friend,
am in myself undone by reason of a burden that lieth hard upon me…
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… moreover, I am for certain informed that this our city will be burned with fire from heaven;
in which fearful overthrow, both myself, with thee my wife, and you my sweet babes, shall miserably
come to ruin, except some way of escape can be found, whereby we may be delivered.
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A Pilgrim’s Progress
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Reflections from the, ‘Castles of the Mind’, weekend,
organised by Steve Tanham and Barbara Walsh.
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