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... and eloquence , with greater reason , judgment and temper , and with a better grace in all his words and gestures , than this great and excellent person did : and he moved the hearts of all his auditors , some few excepted , to remorse ...
... and eloquence , with greater reason , judgment and temper , and with a better grace in all his words and gestures , than this great and excellent person did : and he moved the hearts of all his auditors , some few excepted , to remorse ...
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