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| - They fell upon Paul's neck, and kissed him, all, one after another, each bewailing his own loss: How can I part with this invaluable man, this blessed Paul, says one, in whom my life is a manner bound up?--Farewell, my dear friend, says another, a thousand thanks to thee, and ten thousand to God for thee, and for all the pains thou hast taken with me for my good.
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