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— I stood it all quite docious till the Doctor talked of trying arsenic, and then kicked. […] [T]he best man that the Almighty ever planted on this side had been awfully murdered. Stranger, I can’t bear to think of it now, but when I heard it the first time, it was jest arter I got religion—I could’nt^([sic]) help it—I swore jest nigh on to half a hour, right straight on eend. I can hardly keep my tongue docious now to talk about it.