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am a good Christian. I cannot be 
made a party to any thing like hea¬ 
thenesse : I defy sorcery, the devil, 
and all his works ; and, madam, no 
offence, I hope, but you will just 
permit me to say the Lord’s Prayer.'” 
She smilingly assented, and I be¬ 
gan to recite it aloud, and very pious¬ 
ly; but, whether it arose from a dis¬ 
traction of mind, or that the Evil One 
was permitted, at that moment, to 
exercise unwonted powers, I know 
not; for, after I had basely, as it 
were, made my petition for my daily 
bread, I stopped suddenly short, and 
forgot, yea, totally forgot, the divine 
supplication that ensueth. I assure 
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