An afterthought occurs to me. There is one threat I can make. I will not agree. I will not become one of them. You will either have to betray me to them or kill me yourself as the case may be. There are worse things than death, and better things too; at least, these are my convictions. Like all religious people, like all people, I have doubts. I am afraid to die; I am tempted even by this imagined possibility. But I will not be moved. I have long doubted the good this epistle will do, and yet I write.
Let Us Consider
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