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Now, Jack, will not her feints justify mine! Does she not invade my
province, thinkest thou? And is it not now fairly come to--Who shall
most deceive and cheat the other? So, I thank my stars, we are upon a
par at last, as to this point, which is a great ease to my conscience,
thou must believe. And if what Hudibras tells us is true, the dear
fugitive has also abundance of pleasure to come.
Doubtless the pleasure is as great
In being cheated, as to cheat.
As lookers-on find most delight,
Who least perceive the juggler's sleight;
And still the less they understand,
The more admire the slight of hand.
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This my dear juggler's letter to me; the other inner letter sent by Will.